I saw him there,

Upon a log,

Shoulders hunched,

Like a calico frog,

 

Frozen it seemed,

His gaze was fixed,

Upon the water,

Flowing betwixt,

 

Where he sat,

And his mortal foe,

That swims the ripples,

There below.

 

Is he a wizard?,

With a Zebco wand,

Or and acolyte,

With a thin long frond.

 

He scans the waters,

With eyes like steel,

And pulls from the deep,

His evening meal.