Stranger Me by Andy Millican
I lift the sodden plank and there he is,
unflinching as the sudden stream of light
hits his dark dimpled amphibious skin
which seems to suck the sunlight up while his
eyes consider this strange creature that blights
his quiet existence. I have to move him.
Guessing my intention he makes a leap
for a gap underneath the nearby shed,
but I catch him and cup my hands to hold
him with a window through which he can peep
as I place him in the damp grass instead.
The boyish thrill of capturing a toad.
And then he burrows down where he belongs
out of sight while bushes echo with song.