what is a frog prince to do?

unnoticed and too far from his maiden’s lips to make a transforming impression

a tree frog with broken legs

my only chance to walk again will be with legs of a man

I climbed one night to her lofty heights and called repeatedly to her ear.  Startled by my unknown voice she swept me from my heavenly perch

in the wasteland flat I flail and croak and twitch,

longing to ascend; in the saving hand of my maiden,

or the merciful beak of the heron.

~

my only amelioration is the enchanting sight of her in moonlight

and the night breeze carrying her lovely voice to my sun-cracked ears

I know to not struggle against the story

there’s a reason these things came to be

with me so stuck like an infant

and her so inviting like a tree

~

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