Ode to a Toad

Anne-Marie Wulfsberg

I was out one day for my usual jog,
(I go kinda easy, rarely full-hog)
When I happened to see, right there on the road
The squishy remains of a little green toad.

I thought to myself, where is his home?
Down yonder green valley, how far did he roam?
From out on the pond I heard sorrowful croaks,
Could that be the wailing of some of his folks?

I felt for the toad and his pitiful state,
But the day was now fading, and such was his fate.
In the grand scheme of things, now I confess,
What's one little froggie, more or less?