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9:38 a.m. - Monday, Sept. 20, 2004
To Froggy, Who Will Go No More A-Courtin'
�How odd,� I thought. �Those cut weeds look just like frogs� legs.� Then I noticed the staring eyes in the severed head. I manage to avoid so many little toads and frogs when I�m using the low-slung grass mower that I never thought I would kill one with the high-set brush mower. I never saw him until it was too late, I swear. Now I�m going to feel guilty for the next ten years. *************** Fear no more the heat of the sun, Nor the furious winter�s rages, � Although you never feared them, did you, since frogs hibernate in winter � �All right, then � fear no more the garter snake�s jaws Or the fox�s claws (Do foxes eat amphibians?) Home art gone, and ta�en thy insects. Golden lads and girls all must, As frogs, dogs, and goldenrod, come to dust. Fear no more the human impulse to neaten: Thou art past the mower�s stroke. Care no more to eat, and not be eaten: To thee a slither is as a croak. The scepter, learning, physic, and diners on frogs� legs must Put down their forks, and come to dust. No planned development thy habitat take, No industrial discharge thou three-headed make, No garter, rattle, coral or black snake swallow thee, No gasoline-powered brush mower follow thee. Quiet consummation have, And wildflowers hide thy grave. I�m at work. I can feel the creativity dying in me, the life and soul oozing out of me minute by minute. I wonder if this is how a frog feels when it�s in the snake�s belly?
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