beside my uncle’s house.
Each jumped with a started chirp
as I circled the pond, that October day.
Beneath the water I saw steel jaws
with small round platforms and
the letter “V” engraved in metal.
Muskrat traps, I would later call them.
Focused in the mystery of my young life
I would have caught those frogs,
but they were too fast for me,
too small for steel jaws.