A bullfrog bellows from a tranquil pond causing ripples, sending the moon across it in a glittering mass. I think of the women I had earnestly yearned for in the past. Of course I didn't win every one, but still I feel content with my own thoughts and versions of how we would have reacted off each other. Elaborate and fine tuned flow the glimmering scapes as I lay on the shore, catching the moon off the moist glass of the frog's back.
A boat with a spotlight and a local restaurant insignia follows the shoreline. I take partial cover, curious as to what the agenda is. Out of the corner of my eye, I still catch massive shine, whereby giving the frog's position away. I see now the boats intentions as a man at the bough raises a spear and a careful eye. I crouch a little lower and do my best frog imitation. The boat passes and turns my way. After searching for a few mintues for the phantom frog, the man gets disenchanted and leaves to pursue other bodies of water.
I sit heroically at the shore now with the bullfrog on my lap and it's refelections which radiate out directly from me. We contemplate more and new women together ~ and the frog makes fun of my impression of him. |
