Frog

In a soaking rainy Sunday night,

I heard frogs croaking with all its might,

Jumping from a log on the ground,

Laying spotted eggs into the pond.

Emerging as a Tadpole with a tiny tail,

Breathing with gills swimming like fish,

Hind limbs appears first, then forelimbs,

Breathing with lungs, finally tail falling off,

Growing to a frog, sitting on a log,

Catching the flies ,croaking the nights

Calling for the rain to soak the ground.