Still, <br />I would leap too <br />Into the light, <br />If I had the chance. <br />It is everything, the wet green stalk of the field <br />On the other side of the road. <br />They crouch there, too, faltering in terror <br />And take strange wing. Many <br />Of the dead never moved, but many <br />Of the dead are alive forever in the split second <br />Auto headlights more sudden <br />Than their drivers know. <br />The drivers burrow backward into dank pools <br />Where nothing begets <br />Nothing. <br /> <br />Across the road, tadpoles are dancing <br />On the quarter thumbnail <br />Of the moon. They can't see, <br />Not yet. <br /> <br /> <br />Anonymous submission.<br /><br />James Arlington Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/small-frogs-killed-on-the-highway/
