Lines to a Green Frog

My feet sink into the muck of the marsh as the brown sludge that rests on the bottom slowly engulfs my legs. I kneel and remain still as the reeds around. In front of me, a small alcove with light coloured sand slipping below the surface cupping the water and thick reeds and the open marsh enclose the area. A safe spot where frogs gather. Northern Leopard, Mink and Green frogs hop about with my movements. And when I freeze, they too do the same. The water calms and the shadows of their little feet I can see fondle grasses below before a light breeze from behind pushes the now dark swamp water across the area.