The Frog
The frog
Sat below
The water
Eyes peek
Neck wobbles
He waits
Watching still
Watches me
As I him
But then
A fly
Comes by
Quick as
A flash
His tongue
Darts out
Fly gone
No more
A splash
I look
Frog gone
Now fed
To hide
Once more
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Challenge you to write a Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and, if you can manage to stuff it in, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.
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I hope you enjoyed this piece, I look forward to reading your thoughts (but please be nice).
Thank you
Caroline