Ode to a flat Frog

When I came upon you little Frog,
Laying there on the path ‘twixt the pine needles
A kind of daze, mayhap a fog
Descended upon me, left me feeling all
To be squashed flat yet not beaten,
Walking as the Bangles said like an Egyptian.
Defeated in life but still not eaten,
I wonder why your corpse they shun
Little Frog