And he went back to the swamp
His belly full
His mind dazed

That pupa
Could have been a firefly
Could have lit the moonless nights

A bit of anger
The Gods could have been just
Could have had a different hunger

A tinge of worry
And a pinch of shame
He had liked the taste of it

Then he gave a croak
And closed his eyes
To shed these thoughts and wait for dreams

The princess kiss is for the storybooks
Tomorrow’s sun will bring
The hunger again

© MP