Please refer to POETRY #2593 for context.

Froggie versus Mountain Lion: Reprise

Hiking the foothills
I skip and I whistle and trill a bright laugh.
Singing a ditty
Looking for Kitties
To chase after sunbeams at the end of my staff.
I spring to the compulsory kill.

He never saw it coming;
Bright eyes gleaming and vacant of doubt.
Up on his haunches
Forward he launches,
With yellow teeth bared and razor claws out,
At the Froggie happily humming.

Before he can strike,
I lower my staff and unleash a frigid blast
Of icy-cold pain
To numb the brain.
Sweet revenge is mine with another cast
He bursts into flame ember-like.

Hauling his corpse
Back home, I hike with a skip and a jubilant grin.
The kill was mine,
Lord Lupus' shrine
Will with pleasure take this dead lion in.
I feel no remorse.


Penned by my hand on the 24th of Daedalan, in the year 394 AF.