three frog baby


Posted on 14th Feb 2020 11:59 am by sangeeta

Three baby frogs grandma said not to bother
but we were only eight, and we couldn’t wait to teach them tricks
so we dipped them in some paint.
We followed the little white dots into the garden
where we found them resting by the squash and leaning on the broccoli
and belly-up under the turnips with remnants of our Picasso’s on their tiny backs
and scared to death they’d peed on us and grandma would see
and know somehow we were murderers, Jeannie and me.

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