28Apr/130
Frog Return
With a plop
I turn to see
A frog surface,
Then glide.
All around the
Shallows there
Are great numbers
Of tiny fish
And tadpoles,
Frogs-to-be,
Rushing from my
Great shadow.
Other poets have
Described it better,
Yet still, that "plop"
Of a the frog surfacing,
Inspired poets anew
Each spring.
**Here's BashÅ's haiku about ponds and frogs, as translated by Alan Watts:
The old pond,
A frog jumps in:
Plop!