SPIRIT'S QUESTION TO "VITTLES," A TREE FROG RESIDENT OF THE MADAGASCAR RAINFOREST, AT THE POINT OF HIS TWILIGHT LULL IN RHYTHM, PRESENTLY
Hopping
down
to this moment's lily,
young... tree...
frog... am
I.
How? Because.
Does it?
Yes,
It
Does!
Criminal in a man, stealthy
in... a... cat,
and in...
All the Wisdom's faces wild world 'round...
Laughing and laughing,
As the Kookaburra!
Feathers bright,
Sun-splash sea, singing,
Singing,
And singing off key...
To...
SPITE...
the... FLEA!
So, hey, j'etais,
Lord, sir, do you condemn me to death, asked the...
Cunning old fury?
This one was not typed at its birth, but...
Handwritten.
As I'm assigned, I know it be'd forbidden.
What is it here, that is hidden?
I tried this assigned
Exercise following procedures specified.
Use
COMPUTER.
POEM NO GO SO WELL, SENOR,
MAYBE TRY AGAIN
RIGHT HERE.
But anyway, how would...
You...
Know...
I...
Wrote...
This out...
By...
Hand, first, then print, print, print.
SO SNEAK A LEAP IN TULE'S
GASEOUS CREAM SCUM, BLOSSOM TO BLOSSOM
AT THE RISK OF BEING WILD AND DUMB
FIFTY-FOUR CARDS IN THE ORIGINAL PILE,
FLOWER POWER, YOU AND I, MAKE A LOVING SMILE,
JUMP...
BACK...
AND PIVOT...
FOR A...
BUG!
HIM?
CATCH...
I...
CAN... AND ZAP...
HIM...
WITH...
THE...
TIP...
OF...
MY...
TONGUE!!
NO, MY, OH, MY, NO.
THERE 'E GOES!
SO HOW NOW, BUB, NOW HOW 'BOUT SOME PROSE?
SAID THE SPIRIT,
NOSE...
TO...
NOSE...
WITH "VITTLES," THE MADAGASCAR RAINFOREST TREE FROG...
SCA February 25, 2000