Tuesday, August 7, 2018

XXII

I met a toad along the path,
wet and glistening from the rain,
he gave to me a sideways glance
and I to him the same.

He bore no quarrels, toil, or strife
but the sundries of the day
and with a sly, contented eye, he shrugged
and quickly sped away.

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