Frogess

I nearly stepped upon a stone,
Trod it under foot to the mud.
Where it would sink to earth alone,
Drowned by the soil’s most bitter cud.
 
My leg then turned as stiff as lead,
When from the base there sprouted legs.
And from the crest there grew a head;
Behind its neck, a thousand eggs.
 
My foot came slowly to her side,
Where to my absolute dismay,
Onto my boot she leaped with pride
And there began to make her play.
 
My young mind thought what it should do,
A gentle flick to make her way.
Yet spawn, like drops of morning dew,
Upon her back redressed the stay.
 
My plan I began to rethink
As I failed again with the flick.
She gave to me a gallous wink
Yet I refrained to cruelly kick.
 
I slowly moved my finger down
To kindly push her from my stride;
She let me stroke her silk like crown
Then over spawn she let me glide.
 
Then a bugle called from the wood,
An owl’s cry piercing through the ash.
As I looked back to where I stood
I heard a desperate lonely splash.
 
I saw the ripples by the shore
And followed with a careful eye
To where the water bubbled more
And that is where we said goodbye.
 
That night when I was back at home
I thought about her yet again.
I would be careful where I roam
To save more stones I would have slain.
 
I was sitting with my brother
When a kiss fell upon my head.
I looked up to see my mother
And she said it was time for bed.