Ode to the Toads

It all started a couple of weeks ago when a toad showed up in our shower. Betty had a wild time chasing him around the shower with a paper cup in order to evict him.  Next night — and the next, there was a toad again in the shower.  Then Betty found one in the toilet, and one jumped down from the wall.  Betty evicted them all, out the front door.  We may never know how they got in the bathroom.

Now, when it gets dark, and coincidently, when we sit down for dinner, five toads gather on the window by the dining table to catch insects attracted by the light.  We, especially Betty, delight in watching them wait motionless, and suddenly jump to grab something.  Are they the same five toads that were in the bathroom?  No way to know; but, at least they are outside.

                                       ODE TO THE TOADS

 

 

 

 

 

Five toads on our window,
What did they do?
They tried to catch bugs and millers to chew.
And sometimes they caught a mosquito or two.

They joined us for dinner, and to have dinner too.
We watched them eat; did they watch us too?
They hung upright, sideways, and inverted askew.
Whatever it took, to be where bugs flew.

Our time was up, and dinner was through,
We left the table, and the toads left too.
The toads left the window; maybe they knew,
Dinnertime was over, no more bugs to pursue.

Five toads on our window,
What did they do?
They entertained us for dinner; that much we knew.
Why they leave when we do, we don’t have a clue.

 

4 thoughts on “Ode to the Toads

  1. Sandy

    Love your toad story. But I don’t care for toads in my showe do you?? They move faster than me so no toads for me.

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