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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The opening line is superb.
This takes me back to my childhood. We would catch tadpoles, put them in a tank of their own swampy water, and then, voila! We had baby frogs jumping and roaming all over the dining room floor! 🤣🤣🤣🤣