What do they see

What do they see

When they look up

The cat

The dog

The spiny hedgehog

With a splint on its leg

Broken

From an exuberant roll

Down a steep hill.

Do they get dizzy

Suffer from vertigo

Looking for god?

If there is one,

He is well hidden.

I fall over

Just trying life on

For size.

When meaning

Comes with a codicil

And misdirection,

Only the frog knows

Why he would lose a tail

In adulthood.

When did it matter

So much

To stand on two legs

Without a counterbalance?

Sky watching is commonplace

For the curious cosmologist

But not without danger.

Frogs, much like cockroaches

Suffer when they are

Flat on their backs,

Wrong side up

Hedgehogs are stick-in-the-muds.

Every one of us humans

Is different

But my guess is

Nobody likes to take

A tumble

Backwards

Onto a bed of nails

Without a mattress

To cushion the fall.