A soggy existence
The frog contemplates
Meditating on top some wet foliage
Chin and chest inflating and deflating each breath
eyes and body motionless
feeling the humidity from the muddy pond
as the hot day encroaches down from the sky
heating the land
One slimey blink
The ridge of the frogs eye twitches
Some semblance of conclusion has splashed
Into his tiny green mind
He plops headlong into the milky expanse
Swimming in the direction
Of the incessant summer croaking
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