His Innocence Killed the Frog

You must fly, he said it innocently
Then he threw the little frog up in the air
Watching the frog falling
Brought him in so much laughter

After its painful landing
The creature tried to hop away
But the heartless boy with his whole weight
Stepped over his weakening prey

Standing so proud like he’s the pirates captain
Raising his right fist, owning the borrowed moment
While the green little prey, closer to its death
Numbed with so much pain under the proud boy’s feet

After his childlike imaginations stopped
Realizing that he hurt his green slave much
Trying to know if it’s still alive or dead
He then kicked his slave with forceful speed

He walked closer to where it landed
With its tongue out, the tiny creature is dead
The now silent boy picked it up with a mourning face
With mischievous mind, he put the lifeless creature on a case

He dug a shallow hole, picked some garden flowers
Slowly laid the case on that hole and started its ceremony after
By uttering a personal prayer he only understood
He tried to act crying but he can’t even once

He threw those flowers on the shallow hole
Cried this time while he’s dumping the case with soil
As the hole got covered, he silently stand
Stamped his feet on the covered hole to even the ground

Before leaving, he whispered a serious plea
With a pounding heart, he said he’s very sorry
Sorry for being mean and a heartless little boy
For unconsciously killing an innocent creature 
Only because I was overjoyed
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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A   Avatar
July 13, 2016 at 7:14 PM
Good story.... linda
Joe Avatar
July 14, 2016 at 2:37 AM
Thank You
Smith Avatar
July 8, 2016 at 5:49 AM
We all share the guilt. Brave to express it. Powerful write from the heart. David from NZ
Joe Avatar
July 8, 2016 at 7:43 PM
We all learn from our mistakes. My childhood days taught me so much about life. Thanks David.
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