Dog and Toad
Dog and Toad He was here A couple of days ago; The dog found him Galumphing along Slowly, Slowly enough to be caught, Carried in her mouth For a short while before Being dropped back into The soft cool of the grass And fallen leaves. I wiped her chin Where the toad had been. Gone is the toad Must be too cold Time for making A home down deep A place of rest and sleep Until spring arrives And warms him Back to alive And puts a jounce back In his bounce. ©Donna JT Smith, 2012