Scraped a dead frog from behind a tire.
It stuck as I pried it from the road.
I felt a nausea overcome my body.
It was sad, I felt a hurt from it.
I wondered what happened to the frog.
How did it die?
I could tell that it wasn’t from the car.
It didn’t look squished.
Plus, it was upside down.
Did a bird get it?
Did it have a heart attack?
Did it die from the heat?
How did it get flipped on it’s back?
The following statement may seem crass but…
What made that frog croak?
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Reblogged this on Kimberly Qae Pitzrick.
An odd yet irresistible ending!
Thank you! When I was writing it, I smirked at the ending, not due to the frog being dead, just due to the words I was thinking of. I feel the frog would have enjoyed a little humor about it’s passing as a fitting tribute!