Frog Watch.

As I was walkin’ down de street…

…down de street…

…mornin’ is cool like ice meltin’ in the tropics – warm with a touch of cool. These past few days, the ice from far away lands that thaw since spring blow this way and pffftt down on we; either that or one hundred ice maidens been whizzin’ down on we from above. But this mornin’ though it is grey and cool there ain’t no rain, so I walk on down de street, down de street and not one single pretty boy I did meet, only Senhor with the preference for Lolitas.

Further down de street, a red and white food box I did see, resting at the foot of a neighbour tree by the roadside - litteratti on he way home, eat and walk, eat and walk and fling it there when he done. Sitting squat in front of the red and white box was a frog as still as a stone. Frog open he eye and glare at me.

“Huh, you think I am afraid of you?” I say to the frog and step closer fearlessly like Indiana Jones. Inside the red and white box was a little clump of soakin’ wet rice and some split peas that swell-up with rain. “Since when frogs does eat dhal and rice,” I wonder. “Oh, I see, flies on the rice and that is your feast. Well, perform for me you fat frog you, I never see a frog in action before. Zap that tongue and show me your action.” I circle the frog, waiting to see some motion.

The other stone-eye of the fat frog open more wide. “Take one step closer and I gon zap you with my tongue, dissolve you and swallow you whole,” the hard stone-eye of the frog say.

So I hurry on up the street, up the street, back to my safe ol’ home, so much for this being World Environment Week and man being in tune with nature and all o’ that…