Tadpoles
I played a lot in the field with the creek
Where I knew there were fun things to seek
Like the dead tree where the possum was found
This day I went to just look around
I strolled along, looking into the creek
Saw something odd so I took a peak
Little black things darting here and there
So I sat down and gave them the stare
A big bunch of tadpoles of some sort
Was a new hatch as their tails weren’t short
As tad poles grow, they absorb their tails
That’s their food until their legs are unveiled
One time at Uncle Mac’s lake, what a find
Bullfrog tadpoles are one of a kind
They aren’t totally black and they are big
A grown frog, people hunt with a gig
These tadpoles were in all stages of growth
Some had only one leg; some had both
The same was true for the front legs as well
A great find, took them home in a pail
My old aquarium was put to use
Put in the water and turned them loose
I built it so there was land at one end
Into the water they could descend
Watched them grow and develop into frogs
Turned them all loose in the creek near a log
If they survived, in their new location
The small frogs would need a vacation
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
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