When Frenchie met the hefty dinosaur,
he hoped the beast was not a fan of frog,
instead he wanted friendship, a rapport,
for loneliness had settled like a fog,
still missing Pete and Moss from his old bog.
He'd never seen a dinosaur 'til now
so mustered all the courage he'd allow,
a mighty leap, up to its line of sight,
revealed a friendly gaze below its brow.
The creature smiled, much to the frog's delight.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.