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
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