please stop staring
I had never seen one of these orange poison faerie frogs until now.
She was a beauty for sure, her spots were symmetrical, she was a wow.
I could not stop staring. After a bit she asked me to please stop.
I screamed as she made a move toward me with one giant hop.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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