A log.

Drifting around the patches.

Across the bog.

The air sharp.

The sounds faint.

A frog.

Hops from swollen branches.

Onto the log.

The ripples instant.

Strong and precise.

The fog.

From background to fore.

Obscures the frog.

The water erupts alive.

A splash and dive.

The fog slowly fades.

The log strangely stays.

But the frog.

The frog.

Has lost its days.