frog

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