caught

caught a frog on the fence

just the first rung

he was looking for a way -

he was on his way.

i approached easily and carried him back to the pond.

though the month is right for him to leave,

it was dry out there, rough brush to cross;

he can go safer when it rains.  that night it did and he did.

he was as limp as a warm, fish filet as i gently held im,

like jello in a thin, pliable, plastic bag.  he knew it was me.

no fight or resistance when i carried him back to the pond.

i've watched for years, but never expected frogs to be so soft.