As I sat in the Sun writing my Notes
Drinking Orange Juice Freshly Squeezed
The Scent of Neroli thick in the Air
From the Newly Flowering Orange Trees
I Felt a Strange Sensation upon
The Calf of my Right Leg
On Glancing Down I almost Spilled
The Juice all down my Front
Toad of Rose Pot was Returning
From his Nightly Hunt
I had not Encountered Him
For many Winter Months
But Now it Seems he is Active
And not Scared to Lay his Claim
Upon my Leg or any other Aid
That could Help Him to Venture
And Climb into the Shade
It Seems he has found a Shady Nook
Very Close by where I
Read or write my books
An Old White Crock Broken But
Far too Lovely to Throw
So into a Corner I had it placed
Thinking Plants would Grow
Up behind it and Overflow
But now Clever Toadie has Found a Spot
Without commandeering another Rose
From its’ Own Rose Pot
Hiding Under Hottentot Fig
Completely Invisible Secure and Safe
I am so Glad to Know that
Toadie has found a most convenient
New Place
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