To Nonny, from Hammer
In memory of Papa (1924-2014)
Papa Frogcatcher he was
and it happened all because
Max, a black-and-white kitty
thought frogs were unusually pretty.
In the garden was a small pond
of which the frogs were quite fond.
They’d visit each year
to lay their eggs so dear.
First, tadpoles caught Max’s eye.
Then frogs were leaping so high.
Max thought it was lots of fun
to bring them inside one by one.
He’d drop them most everywhere:
kitchen….bedroom…once on a living room chair!
To the man of the house it did fall
to capture these frogs, one and all.
His early attempts were a chase
following froggies all over the place…
Determined to be gentle and kind
at last, a plan came to mind.
A tea towel dropped from above
gently wrapped round like a glove
Kept froggies safe and unmarred
as he carried them out to the yard.
This routine continued each summer
and though often it felt like a bummer
He usually did it with laughter
And was Papa Frogcatcher thereafter.