The Frog And The Moth...! ! Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

A Frog sat on a floating,
Spread-out lotus leaf
Croaking, quacking and musing
As it meditated in grief
Over its escaped prey - -
A funny moth, dull as its colour
Flying criss- cross, chose a grey
Spot to spread its wings in valour.
' Try again ' said the hunter fond,
Jumped with a calculation
And the want -wit, lack- lustre gall
Was just missed - - the emulation
Favoured the prey as the pond
Received the lump of the fall...!