A fly flew by,

and on the wing,

was eaten by,

a curious thing.

Moist smooth skin,

exophthalmic eyes,

long sticky tounge,

( for catching flies.)

This aphid had been made a snack,

through webbed amphibious attack.

and with it's meal still undigested,

into a witch it manifested.

"Now that's the way" she said to me.

"to save on cooking lunch or tea"

and with a flash of fire and fog,

shape-changed herself back to a frog.

The lesson ended for the day,

it winked at me and hopped away.

Mike Dainty