Chalk People and Muddy Hoppers
Children cherish a summer rain
it turns them into unchained frogs
hopping around the gushing drains
splashing about mud puddle bliss
catching those silver manna drops
with pinkish frog tongue flicks.
The chalk people, in meltdown mode
bark out from plastic abodes
warning of killer lightning flashes
thunderous bolts and lion slashes.
The chalk people strip the hoppers
of their short-lived, muddy happiness.
Scolding them into a soapy warm bath
quieting them into smaller pieces of themselves.
God bless the muddy hoppers.
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