The Frog in the Pot

Oh, to find myself a frog in the pot…
the water – once cool, now, it’s not.
The water now? It’s somewhat warm.
Yes, though a strange comfort…
still, I’m not warned.
But then it grows warmer, and warmer still:
Yet, I find no fear… thus, here, I squat
though the boiling, roiling water draws quickly near.
Yes, here I squat – one happy little frog in a pot…
Yes, and then I’m not.