Frog Hunting

In the quiet of the night,

The dew glimmering in the moonlight,

A hop or two, a croak echoes,

And from a bush, peek out some toes! 

An Orange Bellied Frog restlessly wanders,

Food or no? A nearby owl ponders

Life flashes before the frog’s eyes

Will it have to say its goodbyes?

The owl swoops past and misses,

But something in the bush hisses

Death it seems, that path is clear,

The frog starts to hop in fear

Endangered they are the frog must die,

But a snake, the frog it spies,

Is its meal