Remember that Dahlia that lept from my porch? Well last week I put the bloom in my waterpot because it was still pretty and low and behold it immediately gained a tiny tenant! The tadpole from the waterpot seems to be all grown up and living in glorious style!
At night when the lake is a mirror And the moon rides the waves to the shore A single soul sets his voice singing Content to be slightly forlorn A song rises over the lilies Sweeps high to clear over the reeds And over the bulrushes’ swaying To pluck at a pair of heart strings
The fact he can talk is something, but what makes it interesting is that everyone seems surprised, even the other frogs. This is not a normal frog. I suspect he’s is another transformed like Beatrice.