Hopping Through the City
By: Aviantei
Hopping through the city
Blowing bubbles of death
Ready to strike and stick
Rumbling ribbits
Cacophonous croaks
Some flanked by tadpoles
Ready to hinder, to poison
Some approach alone
From Day One's outset
Some are hidden away
A rare flash of white and scarlet
Deep along the River
[Author's Notes]
Back to your regularly scheduled poems about, well, actual Noise. Frogs sure are a thing.
Hunting for the Fifenfrog will haunt my nightmares.
-Avi
[02.10.2020]