(inspired by Tweet from @TanyaHuff)
Countin' dead frogs
on the side of the road @ 7 o'clock in the morning.
The tarmac is
crunching under my sneakers, the passing cars honk out a warning.
or is it a greeting
they're tooting at me, as we share this moment in time.
The cool, crisp air:
falling leaves, blowing hair;
Are the frog bodies
a sign?
Oh, the year of the
frog.
we change as we
grow, or we die
Oh, the year of the
frog.
On strong legs we
leap for the sky
some may see us as
slimy
some classify us as
spry
we hail each other
as beautiful, wondrous.
I think I just ate a
fly.
I hope you have a great day!
-Lila
