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