In the quiet of dawn sits a frog very still. Camouflaged by lily pad, he anticipates the morning thrill. He waits and watches under the rising light, as the insect world awakens from the long hours of night. The roll of his tongue darts out and flickers in its grace Let the busy fly land - then be gone without trace. Swallow! His rhythm, the beat of nature that plays to a seamless song His actions, the swift motion a speed that stays strong. Splashing through reeds, golden rays to warm his back, He jumps across the pond repeating the pattern of attack. As the blazing sun strikes noon, the buzz of insects stops only to his hum of a tasty tune Lick! Croak! This frog & his agile leaps are the dance of predator and prey Keeping the insects busy while he frolics in his vibrant green display. As he slowly settles himself down to rest, the insects move away, He will return tomorrow to the same game he loves to play Splash! RRRrribett!