My Pretty slain frog

In remembrance of a frog who unfortunately crossed paths with me many years ago. Kicking dirt. Torpid motion. Risen from an abyssal aestivation. A scheme drawn whilst licking her eyeball. Through the reeds she will crawl, Onto the lettuce leaf, leap a free-fall And then to sprawl…… Spit hunt a spider for dinner… Sedated kinesisContinue reading “My Pretty slain frog”