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 accompanied by his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.