Coiled, in stiff repose
The green frog flexes, it's nimble toes.
Locked, it's muscles test
The green frog's will, proves the best.
Straining, to hear the flap
The grey hawk stalking, the green frog's trapped
Cringing, it hears the dive
Hawk-eyes lock, on a bright green prize
It leaps! It's spring proves better than
The plummeting hawk, an experienced veteran
Adjusts it's flight, as the frog leaps right!
Then soft green flesh, bleeds from a **** made fresh
And talons stained red, left the frog dead.