A little frog sat by a bowl of stew.
It smelt it from afar and hopped over.
It was something new.
Full of vegetables and salt.
The frog wondered and thought.
Not a fly in sight.
They were the frog's only delight.
With stars in its eyes, it took its first bite.
No more flies, just stew. The frog's thoughts.
It knew.
No more insects again.
It hopped away to tell its friends.
Of the wonder it found.
Taste delicious.
Profound.
No more insects again.
The frogs sang as they hopped in a gang.
The stew was for them.
The cook watched from his den.
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James Green
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