There the frog sat
At the end of the alleyway
Waiting.
Night after night
Revisiting my dreams
Still, the frog sat
Peering around the corner.
I had no way of knowing
What was around it
Or what would become of me.
A thick fog oozed -
Bending, reflecting
The walls grew -
Towering, stretching
Cold crept in -
Shivering, trembling.
Enough!
I yearned with knowing
What awaited me
Around the corner.
So, when night became dusk
Down I trod -
Towards the funny little fellow
Who was anticipating.
I peered
Around the corner -
There.
I sat.
Waiting.
Gazing upon it.