The+Frog

//When I wrote this poem I just thought of myself as small of a frog sitting in the water, being in a zone of total silence with your heart beating fast or a sports player in a clutch postion. Most of you have felt this in a sport of some kind. I like the detail and I think it makes you feel like you are the frog in the poem. Tell me what you think, peace!//



His eyes stalk While the fly twirls Teasing the bold frog He sits, waiting for his time Not a sound made by it Until he attacks, snip The fly twirls no more And this frog starts To stalk a new fly