Little Lime Frog Poem by Mona Lisa Aspiras
Little Lime Frog
A lime green frog hopped from
one lily pad to the other,
a hopscotch game to its content.
Life is good, sweet.
The rains have been coming. The sun has been
shining.
Food was not in want.
A fly buzzed by.
The frog eyeballed it carefully, then
ZAP
evenly licked it clean from the
air onto it's hungry lips.
Dinner was plentiful.
The moon arose.
The sun set, and crickets
sang.
It was time to venture out.
And out went little lime frog, jumping
to and fro, croaking once, twice, thrice.
But lo and behold, here was one
big fly on that leaf which passed him
by.
Taking his stance - one. two. three.
GULP
Little lime frog was swallowed by
Big brown snake who was quick to
spot his meal.
A croak once, twice, thrice was
all that was left.
An echo suspiciously familiar,
lingering in the now silent,
sweet night.
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6/1/2024 9:32:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Life is like that. Loss of one is the gain of another. That is the law of nature. Darwin or Not. But the message is clear. Even in abundance, at the peak of one’s luck, at the helm of happiness, one should be always guarded again a fall, an enemy or simply bad luck. I am a Banker, so am reminded of the so-called Sub-Prime Crisis, that saw shutters down on Lehman Brothers, which was considered “Too-Big-to-Fall”.