Hwæt! I will tell you a tale. Of one bold and true.
Who fought the fremd fire-breathing frog of the footbridge.
On the briny bridge, Beowulf’s boy bellowed a dare
to steal the slow stream back from the slimy shrew–
a grapple to gain godhood. No bones to grind
Only oozing blood overwhelming the ordeal.
With willpower of wild waves and wives,
Beowulf’s bright boy beat the bloodthirsty blight.
It were a sight to see. Shattered sinew, shit, and
Death. Yet, death for the do-gooder of the deed.
Beowulf’s boy broke in the bloodbath
A good end for a great man. Ground into the grave
by a bad frog.
Kait Boers is an author from Michigan and has been previously published in SkipJack Review, MockingOwl Roost, and SeaGlass Literary! Kait thinks frogs are neat—they’re fun to watch after rainstorms. She also spends time playing D&D, chilling with friends, or ignoring her cat allergy. Follow her on Instagram! @kaitwithapen