Frog for Toad

A Poem

By K.B. Silver Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

I was just a frog hoppin’ along looking for my toad

I knew it would take a while, so I settled in for the long haul

The sky changed from a relaxed robin’s egg to a stormy grey

I went inside to sleep it off, just for a few days

Instead of emerging to find my toad awaiting me to play

I awoke one day

I dragged myself to the mirror

Only to find toad had arrived to my dismay

He had found me sleeping

Settled in the quietness while I lay

Now I quietly pace about, grumbling to myself

Wondering about all the things that haven’t gone my way

But I think to myself

At least I know one day

My frog will come searching for me

And that will be my last boring day

K.B. Silver

K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.

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