frog in the morning

frog on the porch size of a fingernail
seems to seek shelter from the pelting rain
tiny brown creature weighing just a grain
or so i think (perhaps my measures fail)
from the fierce heat i certainly must quail
but wonder what you seek and what you'll gain
what efforts you must make of might or main
on what you must admit is a small scale
you do not move but when i look you're fled
gone into grass and then i cannot say
life intersects and then things fall apart
i hope on vermin you have been well fed
and found in your short life a happy way
a tiny creature yet with so much heart