Poem Frog
A frog unique and terse,Bound to pages, crisp and old,In a tale that’s often told.Never leaped in ponds or streams,Only in the poets’ dreams,Hopping through stanzas, line by line,In a world that’s purely thine.Rain has never kissed its skin,Nor has the morning dew soaked in,Yet it croaks in rhythmic tones,Echoing through the paper zones.A creature…