Ode To A Toad
On the ground or in the pond
Amongst the leaf litter
Toads can be found.
Sweltering suns can force them to flee
Or in deep meadow green.
On warm, gentle nights the ‘whirring’ begins
Rushing to ponds
For the courting whirlwind.
In morning look closely and you’ll spy,
On stout stems,
Pearly stings of eggs loosely tied.
In no time at all these glistening beads
Alter their form-
To inky blobs between the reeds.
Warts galore they begin to forage
For worms, slugs and ants
Their surrounds, exploring.
But with the sun waning, the air turning cool,
Underground to slumber
Dreaming again of warm nights by the pool.
©Donna Donabella 2016
I wrote this poem in early spring as I was anticipating the toads returning to the pond. Each stanza talks about the life of the toad, from where they live, laying their glistening bead-like eggs and hibernating again below the soil when fall returns. I have not seen or heard them yet as it has turned cold. But once their song starts, it sings us to sleep every night from spring through summer.
The toads pictured here are found in my garden and pond from spring to fall.
I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog, and Sanaa@A Dash of Sunny for her Prompt Nights every Friday. I am not sure if this poem fits with the ‘Surely You Jest’ theme, but I think some people think it amusing that I have written a poem to a toad!
I leave you with a few additional words about toads. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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