the Deep (end of the pond)

(a Minx accidentally fell on my side & warmed the water)
 
Ever hoping and hopping into a backdrop  
of obscurity, when You fell into my pond
of lily pads and scum in an instant our ripple
warmed where cold memories fueled the
feel and daily temperatures of everyday
spillages.
 
Instantly, we all liked You; loved You.
You seasoned our pond with warm genuine
goodness.  You bravely interacted.
I shared You with all who I wanted to be  
a part of You…….us.
 
Sensing much more than what I normally
expect would/will happen, I tried to deflect
tried to get You to inflect with more  
suitable suitors.
 
I am no Yertle*
I dislike attention fearing  
no not that, but don’t want to  
deflect or have to sift through
sticky smelly facades. A stagnant
pond can quickly turn, You know.
 
I am not the most erotic or sexy Frog in this
deep end of the pond.
I realize I may come off as a
Phantasmal (Poison) Frog**
all flowery and sensitive, sensual
but have no illusions about me
as I am not spiritually all here (LOL)
 
Your affections might better
be served
with the Biggest Frog
or with the Baddest Frog
or the loudest  
Bullfrog.
 
As I will ever strive
to just be
 
Just be the frog
 
who timidly



croaks..................
 
 
 
(for a Minxy)
 
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*https://www.teachingchildrenphilosophy.org/BookModule/YertleTheTurtle

**http://www.naturalhistoryonthenet.com/Amphibians/PhantasmalPoisonFrog.htm