Sloane's Froglet

On a cold winter's morning,

as the air starts warming,

out in the pond 

and not so fond.

A little baby frog

in the blinding fog

trying to survive 

with its big brown eyes.

A small Sloane's froglet,

how long is left?

When it's gone we will all be sorry,

are we sure we're ready?

We just have to fight

all day and all night.

On a cold winter's morning,

as the air starts warming.

One more gone,

it's just so charming.

Please stop discarding!