A Question Concerning Eric Carle

Where do frogs go in the winter?

What do they do? 

Do they huddle under covers like me and you? 

Forgive me, you and I, a terrible mistake. 

Brown bear, brown bear what do you see?
A big green frog, the blue horse watches on so tiredly. 

What does the frog see?
At the bottom of the pond, huddled where he stopped swimming.
Just stopped for a while, according to his own will.

I would like to be just like him, refusing to see any animal anymore.

I would like to just stop and huddle, and forget what I saw. 

I would like to just stop and huddle, until the lake melts and it is time to swim once again.


This poem is about: 
Our world


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741