FrogA Poem by aweavers
Long hair, long nose, a jitter-eye'd
red-lipped dragonfly sits still on the pond, as I hop free of my lily. As is rarely the case, she's an easy catch and tasty, thin and crispy, worthwhile and risk-free, because I breathe deep and swim well. My tongue, long-stretched, makes a quiet catch, and she is mine.
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