the unexpected visitor

there's a frog

at the front door, a toad perhaps,

i'm unsure,

but i call him

Bud,

he looks like a Bud,

serious

and quiet,

sitting there staring up at me,

wordless

in his reptilian ways.

no wife with him,

no children,

no luggage at his side.

but stout,

and wide. he' wearing

a sad grey green

skin

with bumps.

a Stetson hat would look nice.

what is there to say

to a frog

who comes to visit?

i don't know what to tell him

before i close the door,

but i turn the light

on just the same

in case he chooses

to leave

and go down the steps

back home.