The dance sprang
Tense I hold my breath. Don't move. Then the little frog might sit quietly on the thumb of my hand. Skittish I look around. Does anyone witness this great miracle? Will there be anyone who can capture it on the sensitive plate?
No human to see. Maybe this is the perfect opportunity for me to enjoy miracles to the fullest. What if magic would work?
Do I dare to take the gamble? Wouldn't I be grandiose in the face of a pole if it comes to a failure?
A smile appears on my face. When there is a living soul there, no one looks weird. At most the fragile frog itself.
I gently bring my hand to my mouth, spout my lips, the frog rises the dance and I kiss my thumb.