Treasure Island

Dr John Celes

(14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

A Frog


There stands upon a leaf,
A tiny frog,
With yellow skin,
And large round eyes,
In search of insects-food!

The little frog can camouflage,
And appear dead,
Or look like flowers,
To escape foes,
And predators that strike.

Like energized spring-box,
The frog can leap;
The frog can fly;
The frog won’t fall,
As they hold on
To weeds and stalks of plants.

Oh, what a queer Amphibian
Are frogs born free!
Some are big too;
Their tongues are long,
And so sticky;
They flick it out and catch their prey.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-12-2008

Submitted: Wednesday, March 12, 2008

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