A frog suspended
on the tension of the pond
where water and skin
exhibit their bonds.
Does it know
from a tadpole it did grow?
Or a snake,
has appreciation dawned? For the grass, of which
there is much to be fond?
Maybe it slithers ungraciously
through the green blades.
I also think of salamanders.
Might they know the workings of their body
with all their slippery veins? Oh, the wonder of
grain-sized brains.