Frog

She looked into the pond where

the frog, sitting on a lily pad

looked back at her alert 

its eyes meeting hers.

She remembered the story about a frog,

how it became a prince when kissed.

She thought of the sleeping beauty

and how she awoke to the kiss

of a prince.

So, it seemed that kisses and princes

must have some connection.

The frog was very still.

She thought it may be 

still enough to kiss

but she couldn’t quite reach

though she tried and tried and tried

while the frog stayed there still waiting. 

And then it spoke.

“I’m no prince,”

it said.

“But I’ll come closer,

I’d still like a kiss.”

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