A Tropical Pandemonium
In breaking light I took the treasure map-
And walked through wondrous bogs of sticky sap.
Through snaking vines there I got slivers quick-
Slough land around me made the walkway slick.
But I was doomed when reaching poison frogs-
The eggs attached to cattails clumped with logs.
The frogs defense turned me a palish gray-
For sliver wounds with poison made me pay.