Predator Near The Pond
The frogs ribbits echoed for acres
across the pasture
While I enjoyed their rhythmic sounds,
suddenly they quieted
What could it be, I thought?
A predator near the pond?
Had it been 6 million frogs,
as the sounds sure seemed?
Or simply a handful or so,
a froggy family or two?
Maybe a coyote, I imagined.
Or a bird of some sort?
Just how do frogs warn their froggy
friends of impending dangers?
In the sudden silence,
I wondered…
Is a frog’s croaking its snoring?
or maybe it’s mating call?
Why are they so much louder in the
evenings or am I quieter & listening?
I have so many questions about frogs,
such as it is with most things
Mostly explored internally,
rapidly wondered in circles
Later, sometimes questioned out through a book
or a documentary most find too slow
But not then until today with these frightened frogs,
and the possible predator at the pond
The questions only asked in my mind,
where I’ve returned often & again
In wonder & curiosity,
for wondering seems a forgotten place
*The 5-minute poem series, while often pondered for days or longer, are written in about 5 minutes.