Goethe Path

I wandered down the forest lane, just to see what joys I'd find. The path was dry from lack of rain and rimmed by plants of every kind. --- A little frog came hopping by Focused on undisclosed intent. With no response to my brief "Hi!" he kept hopping without relent. --- A group of other forest folks were in a circle on the ground. I thought that they were telling jokes, As frog hopped to a grassy mound. --- No one invited me to sit. None held up a big welcome sign. I felt a chilling quite a bit, and went back home some friends to find. Written June 16, 14