Opening the window in the morning
the frog jumped to wish ” Good Morning”
With the day’s work pending
I walked off briskly in a hurry 
wishing him no “Good Morning.”
Getting things in hectic speed.
The newspapers ready to read
the cooking on the verge of feed
bathing and dressing up in a lead
the thought of frog went without any need.
Packing things up in acceleration
locking all doors and windows with attention
closing the kitchen almost in tension
made way out in a sensation
met the little frog greeting with relation.
