Toad
by Beverly
Ewart
Almost
excremental,
in
appearance, elemental,
hopping
hazardously before my mower blade;
a
clump of lumpy brown
so
far below me, on the ground:
Fragile-skinned
amphibian making for the shade.
I
shut off the mower
and
do all that's in my power
to
search for a refuge from destruction for the toad.
A
person looking on
laughs
at the antics on my lawn,
but
I revere a creature who looks at life through eyes of gold.
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