A Pool of Tadpoles

In large numbers they swim in the pool of water they collide struggling over mosquito larvae biting each other over scarce food Swim, swim and fight, fight daily over larvae and whatever comes and drops looking like food They have one aim in struggling life to snatch, snatch, eat, eat and grow into what all of them may not be aware blind fate has it hidden away from them But enemies are many in the pool of water a permanent home it is not for any the pool looks secure yet it’s open shield when tadpole-eater comes, all hide None is aware that today, not tomorrow transition to something more real creeps in transition to frog-hood, not tadpole-hood