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The Death of a Tiny Frog

December 13, 2022
By izzynau BRONZE, West Des Moines, Iowa
izzynau BRONZE, West Des Moines, Iowa
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Gnarled and weathered

A looming oak groans

Of a connection long severed

Crying in morbid tones


Softly she creaks 

Of the tadpoles she watched grow

By her roots in the creek

Whom she’d had to let go


They left her sheltered leaves

And took to the streets

They left and now she grieves

The patterns that repeat


They live and leave and die

All off the books

Then they’re left to lie

Decaying underfoot


Wailing for those gone too soon

She beckons merciful ears

To gift her a boon

To understand her sprouting fears


Caused by the hustle and bustle that does not stop

Over the death of a tiny frog


The author's comments:

There is a pond near my house that has trails around it and during the summer those trails get covered by dozens of dead gray treefrogs. Some of them have been squished, their bodies smeared on the pavement which inspired me to write this poem. 


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