I saw the baby Missouri Gray Tree Frog the other day that rode the skirts of my screen door. He’s grown bigger. So, I’ve been thinking about tree frogs lately, and how I rescued that baby frog from what I could of…well we won’t talk about that any longer. It didn’t happen.
He was rescued that’s all we need to remember.
But, if I were a tree frog I would climb trees to the highest branch and look for juicy bugs to eat and foreign countries like Iowa. I wonder if frogs like corn.
If I were a tree frog, I would not gag on or puke up those juicy bugs but would count it a blessing when one flew in my mouth—like they sometimes do.
If I were a tree frog, I would tell the bullfrogs to SHUT UP for a minute and stop trying to be the center of attention so that everyone could hear my beautiful tree voice and nighttime tunes.
If I were a tree frog, I would admire my little feet and their agility, strength and suction cup beauty.
If I were a tree frog, I would teach humans that daily stupidity is not worth holding on to, but nature is worth holding on to and its beauty should be cherished and enjoyed--like life.
Thanks for listening, Dear Journal.
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