Jerry

tree frog is a chair frog

appearing in spring to claim his throne

hidden behind a pillow in day

roaming grass and reeds by night

but as the sun rises, he leaps to his

seat and settles for his sleep

each autumn we know he will leave

digging into leaves and earth

changing from green, adding hints of brown

hiding his figure from those who plan harm

I named him Jerry and look each day to see if he’s left to hide away

Jerry watches from a place unseen

and when he deems it warm and safe enough, his chair is waiting

all know to quietly, warily take a quick peek for him behind or under the cushion before taking a seat

I sit in another chair; for what do I care that he has claimed the softer one?

I gladly share my private preserve with all of nature’s critters, the birds and bees, reptiles and amphibians, ladybugs, dragonflies, and butterflies

I fan away the stinging or biting bugs and admire the webs of the spiders, knowing the pests may be her dinner, and hoping the beneficials are not.

Jerry and his friends sometimes sing from their secret alcoves, letting me know they are near.

we smile at night, snuggled in bed, when we hear the night creatures murmuring

Horned owls, coyotes, and softly, sometimes Jerry joins in

Copyright © 10/31/25 by Andrea O. Corwin

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