Poem: Fantasy Quest
Frog sitting serenely
on a toadstool
what a strange thing to see
on our journey
through the fae forest.
Dressed in fine silks
sitting cross-legged
and smoking a pipe
full of fragrant smoke.
Big bulging eyes
watching intently
as if divining
all your secrets.
It smiles
beckoning without
saying a word.
Does it have a quest
for us?
Is it an enemy?
Why don't we find out.
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