I love frogs

At the Allotment yesterday, did snap a fairly poor picture of some of our 'allotment frogs'   :-)

Inevitably, made me think of the following Norman MacCaig poem, taken from the pictured 2010 volume:


Frogs

Frogs sit more solid
than anything sits. In mid-leap they are
parachutists falling
in a free fall. They die on roads
with arms across their chests and
heads high.

I love frogs that sit
like Buddha, that fall without
parachutes, that die
like Italian tenors.

Above all, I love them because,
pursued in water, they never
panic so much that they fail
to make stylish triangles
with their ballet dancer's
legs.

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Norman MacCaig (1910 - 1996)

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