Kiwi and the Little Frog
|Kiwi and the little frog|
In a country far away that yet is very near,
There lived a girl called Kiwi who had vision sharp and clear.
And once, when she was walking, she saw, upon a tree,
A little frog was sitting – and calling out in fear.
“Oh what is it you’re fearful of?” asked Kiwi of the frog.
“Is it Mew, the kit-cat? Or is it Woof, the dog?"
“Oh thank you! It is neither. I climbed upon the tree
To see how I could get back to my home that’s in the bog.
“But where that bog is hiding, I’m afraid I cannot see.
I’ve looked to west and eastward and south towards the sea.
And in the north there’s mountains. But nowhere is that bog.
And I’m afraid of falling from high upon this tree.”
“Oh don’t you worry, little frog, whose name I do not know.
I know just where that bog is – it’s where it was before.
It’s there, behind the trees there. I’ll climb up on this tree
And bring you down. And then, from here, your way to home, I’ll show.”
So Kiwi climbed upon the tree. She showed no trace of fear.
She brought that little froggie down, she’d seen with vision clear.
And then she showed the way for it to hop towards its home.
“I’m Kiwi. You?” “Oh thank you! I am Ngaak – and you’re a dear.”
So Kiwi helped that little frog called Ngaak and went her way.
And on the path she’d shown him, Ngaak then hopped and hopped away,
Until at last he neared the bog and heard the frogs there croaking.
“Oh there you are!” His sister said. “I’ve looked for you all day!”
2014 December 26th, Fri.
Brooklyn, New York