Tuesday, March 26, 2013

THE TREE FROG

His skin is leafy green. All he can hear is danger around him. He is not afraid because all his thoughts have turned to dust. He sees a rattle in the bush he stays stone still to survive. As days darkest hour rises upon him he jumps to the safest tree he could find. For his diner he has fly's (a favorite treat). He looks upon the moon waiting for tomorrow.

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