The Little Brown Frog
by HRC
the storm of the summer is brewing.
On this sandy lakeside, I study the grey sky for sign of thunder on the shore of this grey water. White waves crash over the green cattails, who stand tall against the storm. they are too bright against their setting, out of place, like ruby slippers in Kansas.
the sand near my feet hops
the lump of sand thumps thumps thumps
the little brown frog turns his large eyes toward me and we consider each other
some people like to people watch.
watching others come and go
wonder who they are
where they are going
what they are up to
here alone at this lake,
I am quite content to frog watch.
he seems quite content to people watch.
wonder who i am
Where I am going
what I am up to
And what the hell i am doing here on this empty shore,
playing in the storm of the summer.
he hops into the water
From red leaf to orange leaf
and disappears between the cattails.
I wonder if he will change color amongst the strange foliage.
I follow him to find out.