How happy is

the green frocked frog
frolicking in the bog
with no goal for the airy blue dome,
unworried by name and form
by which man's mind is worried!
Careers it cares not,
exigencies are nought-
just jumps when it hits the ground
to gobble a fly
or just bounces back in the pool
to pull up a fry.
when time is rainy, and many seek shelter,
they crowd
marshy mire or suburban sumps
so many young Beethovens-
in appearance - mere Bree ke-ke-ke
in essence, trill- filled with love and innocence
catching a moment's shift and humour
fulfilling a fundamental function
of the natural order
in casual simplicity.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2023-10-23 at 00:51

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Wonderful and awesomee. Exactly what i needed to feel chirpy today.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I like how your mind works through this poem! This is something I often think of my pets: How they live their lives with such 'come as it may' ease, and like you say (in my way of thinking) they are in the end, as are we all, simply be3ing their part of the 'whole'.
Blessings and love, Allen

Happiness, distilled is how I'd describe this poem.