Just the other day,
someone told me frogs
are a symbol of good luck.
If so, my parents’ place
is the luckiest place on earth.

Tiny frogs like this one,
no bigger than your big toe,
come out after dusk
to climb up the windows
and siding of their house,
on a midnight mission
to reach the top.

But this lil’ guy showed up early
(maybe he wanted a good seat
for 4th of July fireworks).
My son spotted him
perched on a spotlight
by the deck,
just soaking up the sun,
waiting for his friends.
He looks pretty content
to just be, doesn’t he?
Lucky guy.