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4:30 AM AND YOU CAN’T MAKE IT UP!

by C.S. Scotkin

“Be careful of that foot of yours”

I heard a small voice say

As I was stepping to the porch

About to greet the day.

I glanced around to find the sound

Then once again I heard

“Look down you oaf”, and then I found

Myself within a herd

Of toads.

Excuse me, sir, I said to him

The spokesman of the mob.

I’ll take my seat, I’ll watch my feet

And then we can hob-nob.

Those eyes that bulged toward me showed scorn,

Ms. Toad to you, she said

“You mammals are the strangest lot,

Weird thoughts within your head.

Now please keep quiet and be still

It’s time to break our fast

These plump and juicy beetle bugs

Can really run quite fast.”

I sat there like a piece of stone

Her tongue shot out her mouth,

Blue beetle who’d just joined us

Had suddenly gone south.

All gone.

In rapture Ms. Toad licked her lips,

Her scowl replaced with a smile

“I love fast food in the morning

Now I’ll go sleep for awhile.”