Rescue
Prompted by impulse
I enter the back garden
Lush in its green winter
Dormancy
A frog
Drifts on the surface of the
Too-blue pool
Splayed
Black eyes stare
I grab the scoop
Angle the basket beneath
The pale belly and outstretched limbs
And forklift him to safety
He crouches motionless
On leaf litter
Among the ferns
A small cobblestone
Tarnished bronze, black and green
Slick
Solicitous
I return thrice
To find him
In the selfsame place
For the man-made hazard
The crass treachery which mars his kingdom
I beg his pardon
Then he is gone
Vanished into shady hiding
Absolved
I marvel at the nudge
Which sent me
scurrying
Mid-task, mid-afternoon
To rescue
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