the tadpole

In the water,
The tadpole swims,
Past the grime,
And the rust.
Fragile skin,
Gives the slip,
To the geese.
Shivers and plays,
Wriggling hard,
To catch the moon,
Or the shadow of it.
To talk it into,
Zooming him,
Away from the slime,
Of the water he is in.