Two Toads Diverged Into a Wood
Contributed by
invierno
on
Thursday, 10th July 2014 @ 07:42:59 AM in AEST
Topic:
fictional
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Two toads diverged into a wood;
with bulging eyes and toes so splayed,
they stopped uncertain at diverging paths,
one worn smooth by toady feet
the other rough, less oft' passed.
Good fortune here to us this read,
In delight we find these toads can speak!
“The pond, our kin and kith that way”,
with knobby toady finger pointed splayed
the older of these toady toads,
felt (and chose) ever safe on smoothest roads;
testament perhaps his knobby aged back?
Toady wisdom purchased off the rack.
Our younger toad, less mottled skin,
unblinking thinking 'ere to chiming in,
“True, so true, my friend of years now ten,
I've known you five- twice the time I've been alive,
but twelve years have you at most, this by natural end;
As we now speak, I beg your ear hole lend
One question please, if I may bend?
I pray you answer true this question mine;
have you memories of a fearful time?
a brush with gruesome sudden death,
a toady fight with but one at end enjoying breath?
Have you lived, (I mean more than simply breathing, aye?)
What have you gained (and lost) avoiding paths less travelled by?
Your taddies wiggle, waggle 'round you all about,
ten thousand “Daddies!” in joyous shout, (In truth, a reason strong)
But Toad, dear Toad, ten years this safe and dreary road-
to right, to right, deep rooted goad within you surely screams...
I beg, implore, this one dawn, allow us travel left, one time for us right is wrong ...
Fear?..of fear, just this once, Old Toad, give it reign-
to deny fear for safety all one's life, (I whisper now)...insane.”
A shake, a stare, a plop of toe...no words spoken through both eye's emotions flow.
The younger first to words as youth is wont...action quick in newer yeast;
ferment strong, running long, the joy of youth, the unchecked beast-
lion, eagle, shark and whale...so many words devoted, loads of odes,
but deserving nothing less than them, for yeast burns just as strong in toads.
“Talk enough I have this day, (that we converse at all, I'm so amazed!)
Fact is, we're simple toads of pond and creek, I've said my peace, I'm on my way.
Pray come with me, of thee I ask. Refusal would I feel sad?
Yes, but still go I, no fear, no wrath...please come with me; my final ask”.
“I come” creaked our ancient toad, caution dropped upon the travelled path.
With hops 'neath leaves and popping twigs,
o'er land unknown to toady eyes, vistas new revealed,
not unlike their other wood, this unknown dawn of creamy skies....
But what burrow lies beyond rise unseen?
Does danger lurk so soon committed?
Our toads, are meals they to be?
Indeed toads, you see (quite unbeknownst to them)
poisons stew upon their backs
thus rendered safe from meals or predator's snack.
But all those years, those fears
(what good now tears?)
forever held them to the smooth the known;
These two paths as they diverged;
one safe though long and used by all
favoured over shorter way out of fear of danger strong;
Their fright of death or getting lost,
this shorter path safe all along;
rain and heat, snow, and oh, quite safe to travel in the frost.
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invierno
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2014-07-10 07:42:59]
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