The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

the frog sits up high
under shade – a forest palm
watching you, and me

hopping under leaves
the perfect shelter for frog
from the daytime sun

hard days work in the
warm summer sun, now leaping
for cool dark shadows

and up in the leaves
the frog he raises a smile
he cannot be seen

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