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A Frog

A Frog

Frog, what did he do wrong?
He was run over by a car, dead.

Long and bitter cold winter months
he was hiding in a cave, frozen,
did not move like a rock. 

When the earth began yawning
the icicle from the ceiling started to melt 
and as its weight grows, the water drip, drip, drips
wetting his head thawing his stiff body.

As the drops of water accumulate
it becomes a little pool that allows 
the frog to submerge his body in the water.
  
As he is immersed in the water his skin begins to soften
and his body becomes flexible; he exhales the hard wintery 
solid air effortlessly and inhales the floating spring breeze lightly, 
and as he begins to breathe freely his heart starts to beat. 

The heart-beat brings him back to life,
and as the number of heart-beats increase
his reason for life becomes more meaningful and obvious,

life is not a one-time deal strait-lined horizon but a circle 
that is to convey the genes from one generation to the next 
for the betterment of new lives. He opened a history book 
and found that he is one of the successors who won the theory 
of natural selection and survived through the harsh winter.
 
The history book enlightened him, his family genealogical
record tells him that he came from the pond in the lower land 
at the foot of this mountain; his father was eaten by a snake and
his mother was swallowed by a stork.

His desire to see the pond becomes his obsession, 
his eagerness to pass his genes to his offspring becomes intense,
and that’s why he became a hypnotized that moves only by a sexual 
urge, he becomes a slave of carnal desire and goes after a mate blindly.

He jumped out of the pool and started to jump and leap 
for the lower land where the pond is, but a well-maintained wide road 
which was not mentioned in a map of the history book lay before him 
to cross; he hopped into the paved road anyway, 
at that moment, to quench his inflaming carnal desire, 
clouds gathered and covered the sky, then, 
a torrential rains started to pour,  

simultaneously a car—he never saw before or heard of, 
dashed through like a thunderbolt; alas, he was run over by the car.

What did he do wrong? His only desire was to be
carried on a she-frog’s back in the pond to sow his seeds.

All the body-fluids from his broken body also gushed out
and the sperm, which drove him into the flame of lust, 
was mixed in this fluid as well; 
the rain water carried semen downward with all his other body-fluids.

Some of them became the flowers that after flowed into the pond,
while others became the ripples in the pond that will diminish one day
pacing the surface of the water like an annoying tinnitus.

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