The captive frog. Dendrobates leucomelas.

Fraternal greetings, world of HIVE, it is a pleasure to greet the C/Amazing Nature; I introduce myself; I am Hiram Loreto Garrido, I live in Caicara del Orinoco, Bolivar state, Venezuela. My user is @hiramdo, I want to upload contents of the wise nature from my region of the Orinoco, for this community and share the photographic samples with the accompaniment of my camera Realme Pro 7.

I am pleased to know and accept the motto: Quality over quantity. It is the fuel of thought for the continuous transformation of human life with my beloved nature.

I am a happy man, I am a practitioner of healthy living, I try to make this philosophical foundation a reality; I harvest friendships with the vital energy of love for family, love and friendship, I am always accompanied by the flow of the uplifting peace with which the bees cover my ears, I have my planetary garden with a universe of information that every day is a spectacular novelty for the visitors of the natural world that I have in my productive backyard. My house is five kilometres from a set of twelve lagoons near the Orinoco River, this is a natural park. I meditate to the natural music provided by the inhabitants of the green vegetation; the crickets, the toads, the frogs, the birds and the early birds. I am awakened by a fabulous chorus of songs, as well as by the unrivalled crowing of the roosters, whose haughtiness is unmistakable.

I am going to tell you about an event that touched my soul. I am visiting my friend Mayi, and she tells me that they found a poisonous frog in her hotel.

— It's poisonous, the frog, they've already taken it away! She says to me, upset.

— Where is he, where did they take him to? What did they do with him? I ask calmly.

— I don't know. They took it away, it's poisonous! She assures me nervously.

I say goodbye cordially, I continue to look for food in the local shops, I walk through the intricate place full of hawkers. I enter a large shop and am greeted by my friend, Nancy, with an anxious and overwhelming greeting.

— Are you going to the river? She asks.

— Yes, I'm going there, what do you need? I nod confidently.

— I have a poisonous frog in this container, I need you to take it to the riverbank. He hands me the plastic receptacle. I look at it, it's a beautiful orange and black frog.

— Don't uncover it, but when I release it into the river. She demands, Nancy with her wasp-like eyes, that's how she looks at me.

I accept her recommendation, I look for a while, the eyes of the imprisoned frog are expressive, she asks to be released, I look into her eyes, she is a beautiful little animal, I try to uncover the lid of the bottle so that she can get some oxygen.

— Don't uncover it, the poison she emits is deadly, be careful, be careful. Look with stinging African wasp eyes, my friend Nancy. I say goodbye with my friend, the little frog in my backpack, I make the decision to take it in the afternoon to its natural habitat on the banks of the Orinoco.

It's late afternoon, I move from my house to the torrential river. I carry the frog in my backpack. I reach the landscape of the Orinoco on foot, I approach its waters, there is a heron with its gala white plumage, it looks at me attentively and attentively, its natural eyes are busy fishing for dinner, it is actively throwing its long-pointed beak against the water. The thought transcends me that my little frog is not going to be handed over to this elegant lady to be gobbled up. I take a few pictures with my camera phone and leave. In transit through the streets of Caicara del Orinoco, I think and decide that my order is going to be unburdened in the Tejas lagoon, that's what I decide. I pass by visiting some friends, I show them the trophy I have in my rucksack, they look at it with astonishment. They are afraid of it, the first thing is that they are not afraid of it because it is protected or captive in that container. I say goodbye until I get home. I take the frog out of the rucksack, place it on the table, it looks at me, demanding that I take it out of captivity. Don't worry, tomorrow you will return to your vegetable world.

The morning came with a torrential rain, when it stopped, I left with an umbrella and the backpack with the frog, I approached the shore of the lagoon, I was in the most vegetable and I uncovered it in a green space. I open the lid of the receptacle. She came out of her bad used place of dungeon, she looked at me with a character to say goodbye.

— Goodbye, pretty frog. I said to her. There I remain in the immense lagoon of the Venezuelan Amazon.