Tadpoles

A poem

Chilly jelly scoop of spawn
Soft and slick, slip into a glass jar
I hold you loosely, absorbing movement
Mitigate the bumps from the car
Hang on, we’re not going far

Home, safe
In a plastic tub you thrive
Black dots become dashes, wiggling free
In a matter of days you are
Taddle poles with paddle tails
Tiny giants, no longer frail
Keep chewing on greens, cucumber and kale
To grow up big and strong

Sprout silly little legs, you do
And learn to swim again
With uncoordinated flappers
Tail swimming, you forget
You take forever to froglet
Arms. come. so. slow.
But when they do, you know
It’s time for you to go

Back to your pond
To rejoin nature
To learn to hunt and be content
You live out in the sunshine now
But I’m glad for the time we spent

B Philippe

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