Metamorphosis
Of transformations, even amidst innocence. I think I wrote this when I was in law school. Whatever could I have been thinking!? Hmmm....
Wide-eyed.
Unmoving, the creature stared
As the other, with discordant sounds,
Flew around, atop, and inside his head.
The water felt cold as it touched
His belly; his feet -- in contrast --
Felt neither cold nor warmth
From the same water beneath.
He stared at the fly.
Senses keen, the rustle
Of the sewage filled his ears
And its smell he savored while
The early light of the sun
Warmed his skin.
What to do he knew not,
And he was enslaved by hunger
He has never before encountered.
Slowly, his lips moved
And out therefrom flicked
His tongue -- fast, imperceptible.
As dews drop from leaves
To the ground in early mornings,
The imprisoned fly drowned
And traversed his throat
Towards his now warm belly,
Which has stopped growling.
His lips remained apart,
Making a parody of a smile.
The tadpole into a frog has turned.
Unmoving, the creature stared
As the other, with discordant sounds,
Flew around, atop, and inside his head.
The water felt cold as it touched
His belly; his feet -- in contrast --
Felt neither cold nor warmth
From the same water beneath.
He stared at the fly.
Senses keen, the rustle
Of the sewage filled his ears
And its smell he savored while
The early light of the sun
Warmed his skin.
What to do he knew not,
And he was enslaved by hunger
He has never before encountered.
Slowly, his lips moved
And out therefrom flicked
His tongue -- fast, imperceptible.
As dews drop from leaves
To the ground in early mornings,
The imprisoned fly drowned
And traversed his throat
Towards his now warm belly,
Which has stopped growling.
His lips remained apart,
Making a parody of a smile.
The tadpole into a frog has turned.
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