POGS!

UMQWA UMQWA UMQWAQWA

There has been so much winter rain lately, it has filled the little rivulet that sometimes runs along the bottom of the soccer field.

If you stop and listen for a moment, you will hear the satisfying peep of little pogs, calling to each other.

If you stoop low and peer into the clear ice-cold water, and stay very still, you will see fat little tadpoles swimming around.

Grow up quickly, my little friends, before the streamlet dries up again.

For my little tadpoles!

post script: a pog is a frog, of course!

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