Daylight Saving Time
(At this moment it is 25 Celcius degrees)
A red-brown frog
sits along my path,
next to it is a cool bath,
adjacent to a beautiful small waterfall,
what will that frog think?
Someone who's going to hurt me again?
The frog looks old and wise
and sure he knows I am not in disguise
he looks at me, and I can see him think,
makes some noises, and then hops away
to the waterway
©Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Thursday 20 July 2023
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