Zooming along on my road bike
my beloved American River bike path
late April still deep green grasses
mini-jungle carpets hiding wild beasts
the green was punctuated by a white
large, long-necked, longer-legged
killing sword-long beak a great egret.
Damn, that damn egret
has speared a frog
my number one spirit helper frog
still squirming, but quickly
to be the egret’s fast-food lunch.
My quick thought was of rescue
but it would have been too late.
Besides the frog was stupid
or it’s just frog fate.
Down path I ponder.
I lament the swallowed frog.
I decide to bless the frog.
I even bless the crafty, murderous egret.
Yet wonder what message it portents for me?
a. That it’s my lunch time too.
b. Even frogs have to pass on.
c. Frogs need to organize.
d. I should give up bike riding
Back home I had a succulent
great egret meat on sourdough
sandwich for lunch.
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Lesson is:If you’re cold-blooded, and therefore slow in cool spring days and cold water,
look both ways when coming up out of the hibernating mud. . . . or wait for May.