frogfather
where is he?
have you seen him?
the whispers are quiet
we are interested, yet terrified
I am ushered into a room
it is frogfather’s daughter’s wedding
he is granting requests
I begin trembling as I am ushered forward
I fall on my knees and beg forgiveness
frogfather laughs
loving his ability to intimidate
without croaking a word
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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