THE TOAD AND THE FLY
Wattled, blink-eyed,
Rested 'pon a lily-pad of ease;
Sunnin' neath a golden sun,
Baskin' neath a frost-white moon;
Lollin', easeful, gazin' at the stars,
He sits, hungered.
An instant's whirr;
A dartling fly ---seeketh and is gone.
How like to Wisdom!
