Splendid Poison Frog Was it a cold December Wednesdaywhen you left?A frosty, flinty, pin-point momentthat seals most pull-outs.Silent like a hushed Mayday signalreverberating in the ripples of a pond.What time exactlydid you hop overto where nowhere exists?Did the sun flickerat your vanishing act?The way yellow convulses on a colour palettewhen mixed with greenbefore turning blue.Was it the hour of dusk,your…