Dear frog
You can’t hide in gutters
…under shrubs
…in holes
To croak
And call my daylight chirping a nuisance
Compare a nightingale to a frog
And rate the pleasure of their audience both in sight and sound
B.
Dear frog
I know you’ve wings because of your Chinese delicacy platform
But if you are smart enough
You’ll know your crunchy legs
Compareth not to my healing voice
So stick to your night croaking
And leave me to chirp my songs in daylight
C.
If there be noise which hurts
You’re no environmentalist to book me to court
If there be fear in sound
You’re the last voice to ring terror in mine
If there be disgust in places we noise up
You’re the last person to cry me a devil
It is the best of creatures
…who rate themselves before checking others
This should be your last time
Cracking your sour jokes to buy hatred for me
You living caricature parading as king!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 7, 2021
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