Jennifer Angelina Petro
The frog with gold-flecked sclera and black, almond pupils–
Sloped back–green, gleaming with brown moons—
Waits until the last second before leaping
From the half-submerged log into algae-murky waters.
Once I am up the road aways, mind thinking through shafts of light
Of what it would be like to be so smoothly elusive,
Its head inconspicuously breaks the surface of the pond,
Scoping it out, making sure I’m good and gone.