Wauregan Reservoir State Park.

Today's walk was the Wauregan Reservoir State Park.
Dragonflies were beyond even my hopes! 
 Rustling down the slope was a frog outrunning
this eastern garter snake. 
This snake was stereotypically vain, and posed for a  head shot.
 
  The leopard frog was relieved,
The green frog relaxed. 
 
Some kept a chip on their.... backs.
We all went back to observing the world,
each with our own hunters and prey.

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