Through the hedges across the roads
do the Frogs hop bound and go
this dangerous journey annually done
can be the last for the unlucky some
Back to the pools that they were born
to lay in waters amphibious spawn
still to negotiate are ploughed up fields
and hungry Crows who want their fill
Most travel at night
yet some still at day
green pancakes some look
on baked highways.
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
Through the hedges across the roads
do the Frogs hop bound and go
this dangerous journey annually done
can be the last for the unlucky some
Back to the pools that they were born
to lay in waters amphibious spawn
still to negotiate are ploughed up fields
and hungry Crows who want their fill
Most travel at night
yet some still at day
green pancakes some look
on baked highways.
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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