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.