Froggie versus Mountain Lion: a Challenge


His toothy grin says it all;
A smug expression on his whiskered face.
An overhead blow,
A slash to the throat,
The mountain breeze fills the empty space
As my body falls.

On further inspection,
My squishy Grook body stood little chance
After the first Lion
Sent little me flyin'
With her razor-sharp paws and casual glance:
Blink goes my reflection!

Her brash feline mate
Took my life and declared himself winner.
If not for Sir Shiro,
(He's my new hero)
That ol' Lion would have sat down to dinner
With frog on his plate.

The next time we meet
I will flash him a delightful diamondskin smile.
I'll stifle a laugh
As I point my staff,
And char-broil his insides, blood, pus and bile.
Now, isn't that sweet?


Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Scarlatan, in the year 393 AF.