Rummaging

by MRW

Posted to Poetry on 2002-03-11 18:41:00

Up ad down through this magical time of boogie down
see the people in their little worlds sitting on toad
stools croaking at the sun.
Save two hits for the morning so we can have our long
walk conversation.
Back to the bog, and our lilly pad dwellers catching flys
and eyeing each othres intentions.
The crocodile circles ever so gently among them waiting for a slip never forceful.
The crock is patient because he knows the frogs tongue is
long and slimy their small minds can only control them for miniscule moments.
A fly enters the bog teasing the frogs circling their heads diving inbetweev them.
The crock can see it wont be long now.
The bull frog goose looney sticks out his chest balances on one foot wiggles his hip bone strokes his labedo all in the while striking.
Lunch is served for the frog and crock both.
“Thank you old bog spirits for the dignified frog” Thinks the crock.
“Oh fuck” thinks the Bull frog goose looney.