An Amphibian Moment

Being the infant that you were, there you sat; hunched knees and settle butt looking with piercing eyes reflecting stand-off thoughts as you huffed and puffed. Like a water pump pumping out, your lungs pumped in balancing the nature of life. In your emerald grey and black polka-dotted sheen your thinking eyes momentarily pondered my raised foot; you flashed a broad smile and suddenly hopped away... leaving me innocent of a crime of ignorance of nature: Later in the night your croaking echoes flowed into the empty vase of my ears.