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A Toad in His Abode He perched upon a smooth, gray stone, seeming to contemplate his next move. I bent low to get a closer look at his bumpy, mottled skin. Not much of a looker unless you are another common cane toad. Wide, frowning mouth was motionless, and vacant black and gold, bulging eyes scanned for small, fluttery and creeping bugs. That warty appearance didn’t bespeak his apex hunter standing in the miniature terrestrial world. ~ ~ ~ 11 lines Poet’s Place Café prompt: Break out your palette and paint us a picture that sings. (Tools of the Trade – Words) (09.02.24) |