I jumped on a bullfrog’s back.
He screamed, startled.
I calmed him down.
Then we started talking.
Coffee, lunch, no suppers.
He is my guy now.
But I had to take things slowly
And pretend I was subtle.
Sedate little me, bullfrog’s girl.
Façade in place twenty-four seven,
So I can get his side of the story
On the Lily Pad murders.
What I wouldn’t do for a story,
I have not discovered yet.
Girl Reporter signing out.
Good night, fans. Shh.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019