2 Wet Toads

2 wet toads were crossing the road,
and were smashed by 2 different cars.
They looked to the sky, as they knew they
Would die. Was their life a joke or was it a lie?

Here today road kill tomorrow.
The farm they had bought.
A time of life they could not borrow,
To live under the cards of tarot.
2 buzzards fly to eat, the wet toads they
want, from their small smashed heads to
their tiny flattened feet.
A road kill delight, hard, flat and sweet
With just a tread of sorrow.
2 wet toads flattened on the road,
smashed by 2 different cars.

Artemis Jade Wetzel