Little Wood Frog

Little wood frog
Hopping through the leaves,
Please don't hop
Around my wet feet.

I don't want to step on you
Trying to keep you safe from harm,
You deserve to live, as much as I do
Your tiny little body and your little arms.

Let me pick you up
I promise, I won't hurt you,
I'll let you go for now
We'll meet again, we two.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.11/2005

It was the cutest little thing. It wasn't any bigger than my thumb nail.

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