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POETRY
Toad
We have a song for the one
who lives around our house
although it’s hard to say
whether or not he recognizes
it as his or if he appreciates
our singing
Wide and flat
he appears as if by magic
A prince we try to catch
on autumn evenings
to the tune of a little nonsense
he easily hops away from
out of the secret shadows
and back again
A little secret: this is my favorite poem that I’ve written to the Inktober prompts so far. I love toads, so it makes me happy. It’s been a while since we’ve seen our local one; hopefully he will come for a visit soon.
Thank you for reading!
