Morning Exposures

I am not a frog
Loving my comfy bath
Boiling in your death pools
Because I don’t know any better

I fear not the Grimm Reaper
The midnight creeper
the heart-monitor beeper
gone silent to proclaim my passing

Because my spirit is divine
I have no need to work for time
According to divine decree
Turns out Time works for me

I am in love with the English language
And I think she loves me back
Which begs the question in two-part harmony
What miracles shall we allow today