Leap, Frog
Upon this cold and mossy rock
I watch, I listen and I wait
I may not bide, I must not balk
my heart must leap, towards its fate
My presence, nay, my true survival
depends upon my eyes, my ears
to sense the Queen of all's arrival;
the genesis of all my fears
Come, oh mistress of all I was
I beg you; please, to let me be
those cold and clever, clutching claws
imprison you, as well as me
I feel the coming in my bones
the nearing of my nemesis;
Please God delay till I have flown
this pond for other business
My heart does tremble as I soar,
my path to freedom's gate is nigh;
Far from this place, a distant shore
my liberty awaits......goodbye
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