The great Barred owl descended, wings wide and graceful
Down, down, down lowering his landing gear
On the cool flat rock by the waterfall
The pond frog sunned
For a moment.
The great Barred owl descended, wings wide and graceful
Down, down, down lowering his landing gear
On the cool flat rock by the waterfall
The pond frog sunned
For a moment.
Living In the Corner of a Vortex 
It seems like the beginning of a great lyrical ballad but I am glad it has ended where it did. I love the micro poem for its overwhelming beauty and imagery. You have managed to pack so much within those few lines: the majestic owl and its graceful yet fatal descent, the cool rock by the waterfall where the (olive green) frog appears to catch a moment of the sun.
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Thank you, Uma.
It was a big frog – blackish green and was born in our pond. It lived there for about a year along with a little frog that was bright green with a deep ribbit.
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In that case, you have posted a great tribute to your year old neighbour. I liked how you glorified his passing.
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