Sydney the frog
A frog is suctioned to my window on this starry night,
He is a rather small fella, and his underbelly is white,
He seems to enjoy sleeping in his vertical bed,
While I prefer the comfort of my horizontal seat instead,
He is so peaceful there, stuck firmly to the glass,
I won’t disturb his slumber; never would I harass,
My little companion who joined me for a sweet nightcap,
I watch him from my couch with a blanket in my lap,
He is gone this morning; he got up before I did,
I hope he returns tonight- I think I’ll name him Syd,
Sydney McStickerson will be his formal name,
If I could read his mind, I think he did the same,
He probably named me old Mrs. McCoucherson,
Does everyone think this way or am I the only one!?
Tammy Harvey
10/6/2024
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