No golden ball dropped,
into glistening waters.
Only the patter of tiny jellied toes
gave him away.
His throat pulsed,
Black eyes stared.
I brought him to my princess.
Look! I said.
She placed him on her pillow,
Laughing at his futile jumps towards the
light of the window.
Let him go now. He’s thirsty, I said.
He leaped out to
Dew dropped grass,
But turned to wave
with one webbed hand.