Frogs

At the edge of night
A peppermint frog
Collects the stars
With his tongue like glue
He jumps up high
Legs like a trampoline
Making his way
To his deep muddy bed
My tea grows cold
As the sun rises
The birds start to sing
And the big gumtree
Sways in the breeze
Sharing stories
Of the past
Waiting for the frogs to awaken