There’s splashing in the fishpond when I put out the rubbish and I guess the frogs are at it again. I find a torch and shine it over. Some of them are riding piggy back like double headed beasts. There’s at least a dozen in there – that must make it an orgy. A toad sits on the edge, winking at me. His ungainly body becomes lithe when he springs into the water. I watch the activity like a voyeur then I scuttle back to the kitchen.
In the morning, a Mallard observes the results of the night’s activity. Standing on one leg, he cocks his silky jade head, then takes a stroll around the pond. When he quacks, the female descends, spread winged from the roof. She’s like a babe in a bathtub, scooping through the weeds with her beak, throwing back her head to gobble spawn.
This piece of flash fiction was first published with CafeLit
the writer is a lonely hunter 
I can ‘see’ all this – even the pond
Thank you for taking the time to comment, Pauline
I agree, this is a wonderful visual.
Wow – I’m glad the writing works well
I liked the doubleback visual of ” double headed beasts.” Very cute!
Thanks John
The beauty and cruelty of the natural world. There is so much being said here in such a small word count.
We try to protect the frogs’ spawn by chasing the ducks away but they’re a bit crafty.
Really enjoyed it….when I first started reading I thought it was an account of something you’d seen 🙂
Xx
I regularly chase one particular from our fishpond
The circle of life! Nicely done Gail;