A Leaping Tale Poem by Beryl Dov

At the prospect of your kiss my heart leaps,
serenading silent night like a princely frog
on his lily pad throne, yawning, yearning
and beneath the mist draped moon, croaking,
“When will she come? When will she come? ”
“But she has come, ” answers the cricket.
“Where is she? Where is she? ” the frog pleads.
“You’re blind because you’re looking for a princess, ”
the cricket answers. “She’s the frog on the lily pad
right beside you. She’s always been there, waiting
oh so patiently for you to open your heavy lidded eyes.”
The long lashed frog beside him winked and his eyes
opened wide. It was love at 2nd sight, or maybe 3rd or 4th.
But it was true love (not that chick flick bullfrogshit) .
And they made love and made love and moved to a new pond,
where they shared a larger pad with a view and a monthly
mortgage and had tons of tadpoles and lived happily ever after.
Well, maybe not always happily. Sure, they had their ups and
downs, argued over money and what schools to send their
tadpoles to. But happy enough. Hey, they’re only human.
If there’s a moral to this leaping tale it is that for a tadpole
to turn into a fulfilled and happy frog, he must grow up,
lose his fairy tail ending - and open his eyes – wide -
or he just may wind up croaking alone.
The End, or just maybe, The Beginning...