To the Frog at the Door
if you kiss a frog, so I’ve been told,
there’s a chance he’ll turn into a prince,
a frog prince, which means you have
you absolutely have to love him
and i’ve loved a few frogs, at least
i think i have, they never became princes
nor did their love morph me into a princess,
i’m still a cranky old crow, we are what we are
loving frogs and crows isn’t transformative
….why should it be?
one woman’s frog is another woman’s prince
…….as for this old crow
………….she loves flying solo
…….not that you asked
© 2013, poem, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day), All right reserved; The Frog Prince by Walter Crane (1845-1915), U.S. Public Domain
The BeZine 
Smiling here. 😀 I remember that old story and always thought it was silly that the princess *had* to love the frog prince, let him eat off of her plate, sleep in her bed, play with her golden ball. I suppose that in life we all have to kiss a lot of frogs before we find the prince(ss), or never find them…crows are known for their wisdom, too, so perhaps flying solo IS better! At least you don’t have to deal with so much mud that way. lol
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🙂 Flying solo is easy. 🙂
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