Yesterday, 10:06 PM
[This is to be considered a single poem.]
In secret
In secret
A frog decides
Not to jump
Eight Frogs
"I went last summer.
You couldn't hear the plashing
For all the croaking."
A near pond too old,
A far pond too cold.
The third, they speak French.
Summer full of flies
Frogs are all gorging themselves
Their bellies dragging
In secret
The toad hoped
Someone would ask
Next year, same old pond.
Plash. Rebellious youths jump in —
They invented it.
Old pond, wet and cool
All my friends are there
Why do I hold back?
The frog loves to boast
That it never never jumps.
Well, hardly ever.
An old pond
An old frog
Companionable silence
Epilogue
Sur une perle de rosée
Grenouille microscopique
Ne songe pas à sauter.
In secret
In secret
A frog decides
Not to jump
Eight Frogs
"I went last summer.
You couldn't hear the plashing
For all the croaking."
A near pond too old,
A far pond too cold.
The third, they speak French.
Summer full of flies
Frogs are all gorging themselves
Their bellies dragging
In secret
The toad hoped
Someone would ask
Next year, same old pond.
Plash. Rebellious youths jump in —
They invented it.
Old pond, wet and cool
All my friends are there
Why do I hold back?
The frog loves to boast
That it never never jumps.
Well, hardly ever.
An old pond
An old frog
Companionable silence
Epilogue
Sur une perle de rosée
Grenouille microscopique
Ne songe pas à sauter.