Frogs

There are frogs everywhere tonight - mostly in the garden but too dark to blip and even in the book I am reading - At the Loch of the Green Corrie. There's a wonderful poem by Norman MacCaig in it. He wrote lots of poems about frogs and this was his......

Last Word on Frogs

People have said to me You seem to like frogs.
They keep jumping into your poems.

I do. I love the way they sit,
compact as a cat and as indifferent
to everything but style, like a baby remembering
to keep her knees together. And I love
the elegant way they jump and
the inelegant way they land.
So human.

I feel so close to them
I must be froggish myself.
I look in the mirror expecting to see
a fairytale Prince.

But no. It's just sprawling me,
croaking away
And swivelling my eyes around
for the stealthy heron and his stabbing beak.