NIGHT OF 15 JANUARY 1998

I know I do dream in colour.
Before I was so rudely woken
I saw it there in brilliant green –
A frog, but not just any frog –
Not Kermit or the transformed prince,
But one with eyes aware and gleaming,
With large yellow spots amid
Its brilliance. It waited there,
Breathing slowly. Waiting for what?
To pounce on some unsuspecting creature which I could not see?
Ah! What it was I can never know,
Or why it spread into my dream,
For suddenly a shock, a knock,
And then another, and my
Dream was gone in waking. But
Vividly that frog remains –
In colour.

JEB

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