The Toad
by Marcus Draik

Seated on a rock
With solemn frown
Ruling his patch of mud;
The prince of mushrooms

Disdained by onlookers,
Squashed in a puddle
Or found as a limp pair of legs
Dangling from the beak of a crane

Abasing death does not concern him
Proudly sitting, in the rain
Accepting fate
With solemn nobility