Sunday, August 31, 2014

A Morning Song

(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!