I watch the babbling brook below
as peaceful blue brown waters flow.
The mossy rocks add greenish hue,
but overall it still looks blue
A dragonfly suns on a log.
He's almost snared by tongue of frog.
He flies away and just in time.
Instead of him, the tongue finds slime.

Transparent wings reflect the light.
They must stay dry or lose their flight.
The frog has plenty other prey.
Mosquitoes enter their last day.
But dragonflies will eat far more
mosquitoes than the frogs can store.
A noisy flock of honking geese
has caused my eyes to look through trees.

They're heading South to warmer climes.
They're well aware that now's the time.
But still the sun is warm and bright,
providing light that guides a kite.
A dragon tail climbs up the breeze.
The kids who fly it start to freeze.
They see me watch a honey bee
who's not aware that I can see.

I watch her dodge the frog's long tongue,
and run away to hives far flung.
I'd better get away from here.
Allergic, I am now in fear.
The frog must flee before the crowd
of bees that swarm become a cloud.
The babbling brook reflects the peace
as overhead the bees release.

They cannot swim or break the plane
of water where the frog has lain.
So now they start to follow me.
I can't run faster than the bees.
But something catches beady eyes,
and they turn round back to the hives.
I need an epi pen because,
I can't believe how close it was.

If they had caught me I'd be dead.
But nah, I'll prob'ly wait instead