There was a dog
hid  after a frog
He hid in a fog
Then he croaked
The dog left one leg
He croaks again
The dog listened again
He left the second
He stood on the two legs
The frog jumped on his back
He  fell at the mud
He got up with anger
But the frog was gone
Did you hear that cat?
Who chased that rat?
The rat saw a statue
He entered that body
The cat has been angry
He tried to be in
His body was not thin
He stuck in strongly
And the rat escaped
Do you see that butterfly?
That boy wanted to catch by
The strong and long trap
He ran and followed there
She learned that she could beat
Her hands and she might die
She stood as a die
He looked with an eye
She suddenly flew at
He feared and dipped
She can be escaped
Think with your mind
Believe in your God
You will be the first

Ah, to be a little frog.

Allow me to hide amongst 'your' belongings.

Under the cushions of your swing set, upon your screen door, mayhaps even in your outside rainboots.

You may shoo me away at once, if you must. I will be back.

Ah, to be a little frog.

I think i shall hop away now.

Toodaloo.

Until next time.

O' poor frog
flatten, grotesque and dried
with a bit of bone glisten white
You remind me of
Me.



I too have jumped in front of a speeding car.

after raging rain,
goes night long, frogs' sqawky strain:
"give us back rain's reign"

Kau melompat kesana kemari
Kau melompat tanpa tahu perasaan ini
Kau melompat tanpa etika
Kau melompat hilang seketika

Kau bukan jelmaan pangeran
Akan tetapi hadirmu membuat orang terheran
Sekolahku adalah tempatmu
Hijau pohon dan rumput sudah menyatu denganmu

Aku mual dengan serba hijau
Karena sayur hijau bukanlah kesukaanku
Akan tetapi pohon hijau adalah istimewa
Pohon hijau tempat berteduh hati yang merana

Oh kodok..
Mengapa tembok sekolahku juga hijau?
Oh kodok..
Aku semakin sulit menemukanmu

Teyot teblung teyot teblung
Sekolahku hijau nan sejuk
Teyot teblung teyot teblung
Adiwiyata adalah gelar sekolahku

-Kediri, 21 Maret 2018-

I see
the moon, in its fullness
surrounded by curls of clouds

I wait
...for the frog to croak
....in the mist of early evening

i wait,
but...it seems, there's no hope
in hearing its sad song tonight

i hear,
instead, the dark roof creaking
followed by calculated footfalls

and then,
i hear soft scratching on the gate,
soft voices......seem to be calling

i rise,
to see three stray cats lazily slouched
on the sidewalk, purring, looking at me

quickly,
i see this black dog....joining the crowd
its glimmering eyes...looking...asking

and through
the moonglow, and scant light from the
lamp post...i see its *******...all swollen

my God!
where could her puppies be? my eyes wander in
the dark midst of mango trees and banana plants

t'was fed,
along with the cats...black dog ran when its
share was brought there at the dark vacant lot

tonight,
as in past nights, time is slow as a snail,
while i.....am thinking over and over,

how i,
can bring that black dog and her puppies
to safety..........here in my own backyard

in life,
we're like horses rushing...stopped in midstream
by homeless cats, dogs, kids, old, disabled people

either
we keep running...............or, we screech
we halt...and allow them to touch our lives...


Sally

Copyright March 2, 2018
rrab

frog farm
a leaping frog
on its' last legs