There is a silent girl sitting by the pond this evening,
Waiting for a frog she said would be visiting.
She takes her shoes off to feel the cold water,
She stops and fears the animals under water.
She’s wearing her pretty pink dress,
Holding a flower attracting a mess.
Its starting to get late and shes scared,
The animals will come on land, she fears.
Looking at the sky with her big eyes in hope,
She sees something jump out of the hole.
She holds her breathe and shuts her eyes,
Dropping the flower so she could rise.
The frog came close and starred at what she dropped
Hurling out his tongue, snaring the bugs.