On The Devolution of an Ocracoke Frog

Last night,
A frog came to my office to die,
Flattened, as a Stanley on a final trip,
To reach the pastor’s office,
Under the door and try,
What did he want?
Upon my floor,
Why did Kermit have to die?
Rest in Power amphibian friend,
With God’s Grace to the Ocean I send.

–Richard Bryant