the frog
was my friend
don’t know why
didn’t want to kiss him

sat on sundays contemplating
the pond
pondering
on the guppies below

frog
my friend
always there
on a rock
bathing in sun’s delight
frog
my friend
waiting for me
or perhaps
a flea in flight

frog
had no questions
to pose
just a companion
to laze
& gaze with

and i
not wanting solitude
found
freedom
of friendship

we spoke
in different tongue
but feelings
remained the same
an understood
understanding
that bound
we 2

frog
your ribbits
cheer me
and the pond
we ponder
clears the air
of uncertainties

for on sundays
you’ll always be there
and perhaps
on mondays too