The Fiddler and the Frog

Bored with the ambience of his room, He needed a place where he could take off the gloom, He decided to take a walk to the riverside, Where his thoughts would go on a serene glide, The tranquil of the river pulled on his heartstrings, He sat down and took out his violin, He closed his eyes as he played, He was drowned in the symphony, It hemmed his nerves that were frayed, As he slowly opened his eyes, His mouth opened like a vice, A frog was jumping, somersaulting and dancing, He was captivated by the scene, It wasn’t a thing he had ever seen, He stopped playing, The frog kept jumping, somersaulting and dancing, It was lost in the merry, It later stopped, They both stood looking at each other, The fiddler smiled, The frog jumped back into the river, It was one of their several meetings. February 1, 2023.