Tadpoles dart in moss.
They hide in the leafy green
puffs of plant breathing.
shadows in the pond
tadpoles stitch the water’s edge~
spring begins to stir
Froggy went a courtin',
"Ribbit," he did sing,
altho' singing weren't his thing,
more like the punchline to a joke,
'Please don't smoke or I might croak.'
In the deep end of the pond
true love was his goal,
and by the dawn help to spawn
a few more tadpole souls.
Hopped on to a water lily
where he espied
a fine-looking froggy filly,
and in her mouth a red, red rose,
but wait, something's amiss,
one quick kiss and he froze...
just when he had it in the bag,
oh what a shame, ain't it silly,
our frogly friend hit a snag —
for the she was a he dressed in drag.
In the world's biggest collection
of pogs, there is not one pog
As beautiful as my dog
Nor has there ever been a hog
As beautiful as my dog
Nor e'er a frog upon its log
Not even its youngest pollywog
As comely as my dog.
And so I make my dog eggnog
I write about her in my blog
I take her with me when I jog
Drunk on grog, all agog,
Lost in fog, slipped a cog,
I snuck into the synagogue
With my beautiful dog.
Pinetree tops dancing
Whispy clouds float in sunrise
…Tadpoles swim in ditch
daddy’s home i’m back
hop it pops this is my pad
~ li’l squirts grown a pair
By
David Kavanagh
Long ago, in youth long gone,
I spent hours at a pond,
A clay base, sun adorning,
Tadpoles swimming, half forming,
I spied with a magnifying glass,
Frogs finally hopped at last,
Now, no frogs, cause no rain,
Is it because of climate change?
That was our ecological health,
How can we restore our planet's wealth?
So I ponder on such ponds,
Where have all the tadpoles gone?
Long ago and far away
In a marsh of murky waters
Did two young tadpoles play
Mired deep inside the bog
Succumbing to relentless fog
~ Divers only found a pair of frogs
Thoughts drown an innocuous man, found pondering about an empty tide pool.
And
Tad poles think about life above all else when thee light shows its radiant rays of ascertained enumeration.
3/18/16
Two-liner contest entry
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
They rest on a rock
basking in the sun's warm light
at the public park.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
June.8/2007
When I was a kid
I caught hundreds of tadpoles
And left them on land!
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
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