(Recent poem)
Ode To A Toad
A blot of brown appears in the garden’s great green,
Full figured and fat he happily hops,
His warty skin wet with dull sheen,
With creaking croaks swells till he practically pops,
And flicks his tongue to catch his fill of flies.
I watch with wonder at his quiet ways,
Grasping gently I feel his bumpy skin,
Bringing back thoughts of his familiar days,
When he dealt with the devil in devious sin,
Though now thought to be ludicrous lies.
(Older poem)
Transformation
For those who have hearts that are wild
And believe in magic like a child
There is a simple incantation
That will spark a transformation
Freedom as they’ve never known
Strength and fury grown and grown.