Adding greenery to familiarity
In the coldness of the pond near by
Croaking aloud, croaking in the dark!
Oh insatiable, prurient frog!
Every ripple, speaks of your presence!
Every leaf, resonates of your desire!
As you violently spoil the sentient silence
What fires in your proto-reptilian mind?
As you croak away, to the urge for culmination
Croaking away hoping for final fulfillment
Oh little frog, lost in your blinded pursuit
Did you not realize its loud consequence?
Did the confined space of your amphibian intellect
Not reveal the slithering approach of the fangs of death
Did you not know, that it’s your croaking?
Oh prurient frog! Who can save you now from your serpentine end!
