@jenanita1946 s. By A Stream, Brightly.
The frog on the lily pad
Cares not about me,
His world has a simplicity.
He leaps in joy, in fright, maybe,
Catching insects for his high tea.
The fish in the river,
Cares not that I see
His tail flicking so lazily.
In current, his way, he wends easily,
But he is not the fish for me.
The vole on the bank, drops in gently
Hardly a splash, he is silent, you see.
The weasel up in the grassy Lea,
Might catch and eat him, ending he.
Waterboatmen, skim steadfastly
Over the water, right past the pad,
On where sits the frog, oh, he will be mad
When the frog catches him, then he'll be dead.
Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. July, 2015.