Vacancy Upon the Hill

There is a vacancy- At the old frog pond.
I acquired this luscious tidbit via birdsong.

Darwin, at present, is the zebra finch
who resides in the green wire cage
outside the screened front door.
I am fairly confident that what he tells me
is true, after all
what has he to gain by lying?

Last I heard, Magellan Frog was best described
as "disgruntled" although I can't imagine
what in his watery world
he might have encountered to disturb
his normally gruntled nature.

Perhaps it was his fruitless search for a mate.
I was keenly aware of his enamored state
when it came to matters of Tammy Toad
but he had been forbidden, disallowed to date
outside his own speckled species.

Oh, How badly I felt for him, as I too
once loved a toad...

Darwin informed me, his cheeks plump with millet,
that Magellan Frog had made his decision-
he thought it best to just move along.
So he moved along
and young Picasso Frog accompanied him.

Picasso Frog was a newbie
barely out of his tadpole suit
when he came up with the grand idea
of crossing the newly paved road.

The back way, through the woods
would have been much better, but

the Tammy Toad bridge to love was burned
and Magellan Frog took this as a sign
of better things to come.
This optimism lasted until he witnessed
the tragedy of young Picasso Frog
who in his haste for adventure
looked left, then right, then crossed
without a second look to the left.

And thus, the vacancy upon the hill
is for an artiste frog.
Perhaps a Monet Frog would do,
lily pads and all,
and perhaps a second look as well
at the freshly hatched batch
of hopping spring girls
who will never giggle, sing or sigh
as they hide
behind nasturtium and clover.

Yes, a second look,
Magellan reconsidered,
might just prove productive
in the ways of froggy reproduction.

If not, at least he'll get some practice
in the ways of froggy seduction.