STREAM SCENE
'Amusing, don't you think it so?'
Inquired a brown and spotted toad
To the creature on a branch
Perching at a cool distance
A beautiful and graceful thing
With sets of great transparent wings
That sparkled in the noonday sun
Making the colors dance around
'Dare to speak to me you fool?
You are the picture of one too'
The dragonfly sized up the toad
Lounging on his mossy stone
It was true it could be said
The way his eyes sat on his head
And the way his mouth drooped down
Perpetually, into a frown
Side by side or so it seemed
They watched the drama in the stream
One high and regally detached
The other just a part of it
A turtle basked upon the moss
Then a frog leaped from a rock
A school of minnows darted past
Startled by the sudden splash
'Things are not always what they seem'
The toad glanced upwards from the stream
Flicked out his long and sticky tongue
And then the dragonfly was gone
Be wary of the grinning fool
For even when he frowns at you
He may be looking at his lunch
So have the manners not to judge