At our door, outside the house
A frog is living in the grass.
He eats mosquitoes and, sometimes,
He peeps in windows of my house.
One day outside I took the broom
To sweep the walls of the sunroom.
I swept away a piece of dirt,
That was the frog, who made a spurt.
The frog was jumping from the wall,
Stretched out its legs and getting tall.
I screamed and tried to hide my face –
I ran away then, just in case.
A frog
© Copyright: Марина Иванченкова, 2018
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