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Click hereSticky frog hung on for at least three miles
if I had only known, if I had only seen
his lime green leopard spot moist frog body
attempting to cling, perhaps I could have saved him.
It is just a hunch, nothing more
but it had rained heavily an hour before
and it is possible that he became displaced
during that ferocious storm.
Perhaps he was wedged beneath
a windshield wiper’s arm, or frightened
and hiding inside a wheel, but whatever
transpired, his sticky frog fate was sealed
And when I raised the window, I saw him
frantically hugging, his sticky frog eyes were bugging
and his legs stretched out, his face contorted
by force of a thirty mile per hour wind.
I slowed down, hoping to stave his departure,
and what I thought would be a certain death
without an ounce of dignity.
The last sight I saw of sticky frog, he was airborne
on Platt Springs Road. I like to think he landed
in a tree, it’s possible as almost everyone in
the frog world knows- to a sticky frog,
airborne or not, any tree can make a good home.
Line 3 is such a delight from my favourite poet, the rhythm of a great song x
More frog poems! TY, sweets! You just grab me withh your garden!