We walked beside the stream.
The flow of bubbles made popping noises.
They echoed deep within our perceptions.
We watched the little fishes flow down stream..
Much too small to go on dishes.
Little darts of dashing flashing stars.
There were so many, but each seen as solo swimmers.
Looked like their water was dancing so frivolously.
They should be partners in a fishy pas de-deux.
Down on the mud patch at water's edge sat a frog.
Seemingly quivering with the cold.
Moved closer to take a look.
Plop, in he flopped.
The current carried him.
Away from our eyes.
The fish swum on, never stopping.
The frog was gone.
(C) LIVVI