Tadpole Puddle
 
Hundreds, maybe thousands of minute, squiggly tadpoles

Are learning to live and grow in my driveway.

It is a priviledge to witness every life stage as they

fight to survive long enough to grow their legs and leave their watery abode.

As I sit and watch, I notice the brave few who dare to

Inquisitively inch towards the edge of the puddle.

They are excitedly preparing for the day when they are

Able to leap out of the waterhole.

They practice breathing air as they push their tiny noses

To the surface.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a tiny, glistening, wet frog

Who is so small he is barely noticable.

I was able to inch close enough to photograph him.

His eyes give away his age.

He looks like a baby.

Little froggie eyes look up at me without blinking.

We'll keep filling the puddle until the last tadpole

Morphs into froghood.

I keep imagining how many flies they'll eat.

I'm going to help them all I can.

Nobody drives through my tadpole puddle.

I have blocked it off with buckets.

People raise their eyebrows and say they do not know

Anyone else who would keep filling a mudpuddle in the middle of their driveway.

I know quite a few people who would.

The photographs I've captured are simply amazing.

It's a great day around the tadpole puddle.

By wolfycat

© 2008 wolfycat (All rights reserved)

 

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