Wednesday, February 3, 2010

The Toad

There was a toad,
on my front porch,
staying away from the rain outside.

The rain looking like
blankets in the fog.

I touched the toad,
it felt like fish fins, all wet and
slimy.

The small toad
fighting for it's life
in the cold.
Counting the minutes
and the toad died.

I was sighing
on the way back in the
house.
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