toad war
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toad war
Out of the dark night they come
all hum towards the green star
slithering in the blades
I hear them kissing the grass where they lay
Until they move untrusting what is crouching in the shade
and I feel eyes like heavy marbles on a lilypad cave
feel the hush of sleep and the restless shuffle towards a mutinous grave
Except the one night when nestled in the grass they take aim
I turn and remember at once how I came
knowing at last that it’s me they await
and if I reach through that moss intent on making my name
there'd be another me on the other side ready to save me