How happy is
the green frocked frogfrolicking in the bog
with no goal for the airy blue dome,
unworried by name and form
by which man's mind is worried!
Careers it cares not,
exigencies are nought-
just jumps when it hits the ground
to gobble a fly
or just bounces back in the pool
to pull up a fry.
when time is rainy, and many seek shelter,
they crowd
marshy mire or suburban sumps
so many young Beethovens-
chorusing:
in appearance - mere Bree ke-ke-ke
in essence, trill- filled with love and innocence
catching a moment's shift and humour
fulfilling a fundamental function
of the natural order
in casual simplicity.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2023-10-23 at 00:51
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