A Small Triumph

Oh poor frog
Gutsy little amphibian
Even your famed adaptability
Cannot stretch to a gravel path.
Still iridescent, though faded
Too translucent to be viable
You stretched yourself too far
And here are the consequences.
Comical feet when out of context
Splayed on hard, unforgiving ground
Jazz hands pointing downwards
You are supine
Almost ecstatic
White throat catching the sun.
How did you end up here?
Did you suddenly summon all your intent to this bitter end?
Or did you become alien unwittingly
An incremental trespasser onto life's edges
Until your body became too strange, too delicate
For its unlikely grave.

No matter. You are triumphant in defeat
Beautiful in difference.