Dance and Sing With the Frogs:

Finally I made it to the cabin made of logs, 

Left everyone at home, including the dogs, 

Getting comfortable in my clogs, 

Left everything behind too, the slog and the backlogs. 

I love to do some macro photography in the fog,

Practice guitar, dance and sing with the frog, 

Read a book, next to a fireplace, and eat eggnog, 

Walk through the forest next door for a jog. 

May be I go for a hot soak to feel lighter, 

Before  a cup of hot tea and a late nighter, 

Then I dream of a close up photo of the spider, 

Or the chance meeting with the scary hiker. 

Finally I like to retire to the attic with my typewriter, 

With coffee and cookie for a casual biter, 

While listening to the Foo Fighters, 

To finally write my long awaited nail biter. 

No, no, please the following add it,

As a good story always has it, 

I want the whole family with the dogs at it, including the rabbit, 

So we all,  can dance and sing with the frogs: “Grab It”.