Gotta Watch Your Greenbacks

The jungle,

All leafy glory in one deadly place.
A boastful frog, his monotone drowning out all around him.

Each jungle bird jockey's for a spot in the song,
All syncing to the ripple of the stream.

The arrogant frog, with his ramblings.
Thwarts the beautiful song.

How unhappy is he?

poem by Nightmist Moonshade
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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