One evening I was listening for bullfrogs

One evening I was listening for bullfrogs
in the marshy yard outside
my grampa’s old house.
Twilight had come and drifted away
when a great big frog
the size of a basketball--
he seemed to appear out of nowhere.
He was quite ordinary
(except for his size)
and his great big moony yellow eyes
which regarded me,
it seemed, with some displeasure.
I felt myself immobilized, rooted down,
while this slimy, nightmarish creature
gazed at me in my human suit,
and belched.



2021