Pollywog
Divvying the bog
with its phlegmy flail
the wobbly pollywog
digesting its tail,
into a muscular frog
gears its porous omnibus
hauls itself on hardening limbs
aboard a slab of log with little fuss;
into night croaks
to no appreciable applause
cocks its spring
jumps, nabs a bug on the wing
and in the midst of splash slips, a days work
done, back into the syrupy, methane-breathing murk.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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