It’s a foggy morning at Wild Ozark, and chilly too. Feels like fall is really here now. 42*F when I looked at the thermometer right after sunrise.

I went down to the mailbox to mail a letter this morning after feeding the animals and noticed a grasshopper struggling in the middle of the little creek that runs alongside the driveway. I planned to stop on the way back through and fish him out of there if he hadn’t managed it on his own by the time I got the letter put.

Too late. A hungry frog had already scooped up breakfast. Too bad I didn’t have my camera on me because that would have made an interesting photo. A green frog hung limp legs in the water, floating peacefully with his head and eyes above and a grasshopper sticking out of his mouth.

Anyway, it did inspire a poem. This is a rare occurance for me. I only write poetry when the mood strikes and the mood doesn’t strike often.

Web of Life

Frog waiting on shallow edge

For insects struggling

In water’s web