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The Little Toad
A little Zhangs Horned Toad rests peacefully,
sitting on the edge of my windowsill.
The dew from the rain rests
like little crystalline pockets of life
mesmerizing the little toad with its shine.
This naive toad stretched out its tiny hand
towards the unknown bubble,
but just as he seemed to touch, it popped.
But he didn't seem sad or distraught.
He just seemed to move on,
fixing his gaze on another random object.
Oh to be a naive little toad
quietly watching the world.
© Robert Taylor
sitting on the edge of my windowsill.
The dew from the rain rests
like little crystalline pockets of life
mesmerizing the little toad with its shine.
This naive toad stretched out its tiny hand
towards the unknown bubble,
but just as he seemed to touch, it popped.
But he didn't seem sad or distraught.
He just seemed to move on,
fixing his gaze on another random object.
Oh to be a naive little toad
quietly watching the world.
© Robert Taylor
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