Toad Overload
The toad overload in the road stopped me still.
And I wondered: Where are they going? Why are they exposing themselves so blatantly, boldly?
An army on the march,
or, should I say, on the hop
What is their end game,
these toads
who look at me askance
as though I have no chance
against them?
Very unnerving
and quite disconcerting
this toad overload in the road
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That title is brilliant! You bring us right into the moment with you. What a fun read.
Ah, the mysteries of the natural world…
I like the way you evoke both humor and menace in this poem.
I love the whimsy of this poem!
Love the form and humor!
Nancy, reminds me of the book “Tuck Everlasting” by Natalie Babbit, there was an unforgettable toad Winnie granted him immortality!