A small Gust blew
over a pond,
None too shabby
None too strong

A Leaf was pushed
detached from home,
fluttered softly,
fell alone

It landed by
a tiny Bug-
who held on tight
as it tugged

But near a Frog
that snatched at it;
though made a noise
when it's tongue flicked

A hunting Bird heard-
caught a view,
swooped on down
put its talons through

And as it struggled,
its wings galloped
until the sun exploded
and messed it up.