A wet bar of slippery soap

In a forest full of moss

Slipping up a metropolis of trees 

A bullfrog sits.

 

His tree vibrates vigorously 

Predators

 

The tree shakes as if it was saying ‘NO!’

When they arrive

Where will he hide?

 

Still vibrating vigorously 

He’s as scared as a theatre mask

They arrive.

 

My enemies come near

They put me into their mouth

They die.