metamorphosis

i was born with spring
& began as a pulsating embryo
under a maple leaf

wriggling my tail by blind instinct
i emerged from a translucent sack
swimming towards clumps of reeds

soon i became an insatiable mouth
a propeller searching for clumps of algae
mosquitoes & aquatic plants

my world was dangerous
& exciting
& many siblings were devoured
by birds or bass

as summer came my tail shrank
& fins shriveled away
one day
my head rose above water
& i climbed onto a lily
then croaked –
"it's wonderful to be a frog today!"


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Sound File Hear the author read this poem. Sound File
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Copyright (c) 1996, 2008 by T Newfields. All rights reserved.
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Soo: Dis is non-sense.
Ellesha: That's fine. The world needs more of that. We should live lightly & not take ourselves seriously.
Andrei: Actually, zis poem makes me wanna croak.
Jules: Why?
Andrei: Too many people live like frogs already.