Inktober 2 Frog Tree

Poem by Tom Lee

 

Frog Tree

 

I don’t know how a caterpillar

Turns into a moth

Or how a simple cotton plant

Turns into a cloth

 

And dragonflies are something else

Pond’s bottoms, their nymph lies

Then out it pops, it sheds it skin

And flies into the skies

 

And how can tiny seaborn eggs

Turn into a shark?

Basking, great white, hammer-head

Patrolling deep and dark

 

But I know something that you don’t

I’s studied them, you sees

That if you want a baby frog

You’ll find they grow on trees.

 

Done