Frog legs
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The day is as long as an old Roman road
Daffodils stretch their slow necks
then curtsy to a silent ovation
and later take their final bow
Blossoms unclench from their buds
Apple cherry peach and pear
On the ends of twisted twigs
Form fruits in miniature everywhere
Spring turns while frogs
trill, chirp, scream, bark, grunt, peep, beep,
cluck, croak, quack, whistle, bellow and hoot
then silence
for what seems an eternity
only to start again with another round of
trill, chirp, scream, bark, grunt, peep, beep,
cluck, croak, quack, whistle, bellow, and hoot
then
Stalking, storks, seagulls, swans, herons, crows,
egrets, ducks, geese, ravens, hawks, owls, and cranes
fine-tune their telescope eyes
onto the frog’s half-submerged heads
They always eat the bodies
Who eats the legs?
We do, apparently