Toad lust

That afternoon the dream of the toads
rang through the elms by Little River
and affected the thoughts of men,
though they were not conscious that
they heard it.–Henry Thoreau

It seemed the toad lusted after other toad
Though there was no Saturday night’s fever.

All through night there was rain on the bog.
And the bog felt all too important that night.

I am bog and who are you? Bog greets toad
Who was getting busy on top of other toad.