...once a week poetry treat for the young and the young at heart...
Great photo and poem, Bridget! And the title of your post is funny. In my head, I played around with moving "parking lot" to the first or second line of the haiku. It seems like it works anywhere!
Thanks, Tabatha! I toyed with a different version:in the parking lota puddle churns with lifeafter the monsoonIf only I had another poet such as yourself to bounce ideas off of. Thanks for always being encouraging. =)
Oh my, it's hard to believe that it happens. I wrote about rain, too, but no tadpoles here. Love each part, Bridget.
Thank you, Linda! Yes, I found these fellas in the parking lot by the path where I jog. =)
Really?! That's so cool!
Yep, amazing what can happen when it rains in the desert. Thanks for stopping by, Liz! =)
Lovely, Bridget. Eggs are powerful, aren't they?
Indeed, Brenda. Just goes to show you the power of life despite the elements. =)
Wow, who woulda thunk it? Amazing the adaptations animals make for survival.
True that, Diane! It's all about adaptations...for us humans, too. =)
This is great, Bridget! So I have to ask, do they manage to get themselves to another water source somehow or do they just dry up on the pavement? Seems rather unlucky to be born in a puddle. Miraculous, but unlucky.
Some do, Michelle. We've had a pretty active monsoon season so that puddle has been full (and well stocked) for weeks. I think some of these guys reach maturity and hop right out of the puddle. And others get parked on...ugh. =)
Oh my. I'm wondering, where have they been till now? Your photo reminds me of once, a long time ago, opening my rice container to find it hopping with bugs.
Oh, Violet, rice with a side of bugs! Wow! My guess is that mama frog/toad laid her eggs when it was wet and hoped for the best. (hopped, too, probably). =)
For real?!?! WOW! I'd like to see that! How did the eggs get there? How long did they wait? Not a blacktop parking lot, surely? So many questions! So amazing!!(I like parking lot as the first line.)
It is a dirt parking lot next to a trail. the puddle is under a pretty big mesquite tree so it stayed at least moist between storms - obviously wet enough to sustain these tiny lives. Nature = amazing. =)
Very neat, Bridget! Kids will love this!
Thank you! I appreciate your kind words! =)
This is great. One of those effectively simple haiku pieces, with a lovely twist in the tail.
Thanks, Kat! I like your description of "twist in the tail" - exactly what the tadpoles were doing in the puddle. =)
That hosting slot just didn't work for me--this is my first clear moment (that I wasn't too exhausted to think) this week! My apologies for the late comment.I LOVE THIS. So unassuming yet so effective!