Songs Of Frogs
Songs Of Frogs


Within the lilies at night dusk,
Playing with bouyancy in stock,
Their eyes scanned for easy prey;
They sing melodies of confusion
In croaked voices on illusion
Against vulnerability; they prayed.
Males climbed long stretched backs,
Counting creation in chain sacs.
And maidens proud of love embrace
Song praises for the seizeless climb,
Oblivious of a camouflaged imp
And the rangers lurking in a glance.
The crescendo pitched high.
In secret codes and crafted sign,
Of sanctuary, of happiness unknown
In society's pretentious friend,
Singing of glorious times ahead.
Adults hurt youths with raw truth
Siding truth against falsehood for Survival. But they paddled crazily beneath creamed lies to fans
Perplexed on the eve to rivals.
The songs never stopped; dangers come,
Never abandoning couples in form
For the season of shameless pride
Until strife collided with their sins
Do they abandon their singing
To appraise the demon's hide.