Inspiration is like a toad: It sits
like the proverbial lump on a log for hours
or days, with nary a peep until it croaks
a deep, bellowing, resounding note.
It draws me to it like a long-forgotten
lover, but when I come within reach
and stretch my fingers out, it jumps
away in one gigantic bound.
I pursue it, running, jumping, skipping,
rushing, grabbing, trying to catch
the elusive little toad that sings
a croaking song of striking beauty.
like the proverbial lump on a log for hours
or days, with nary a peep until it croaks
a deep, bellowing, resounding note.
It draws me to it like a long-forgotten
lover, but when I come within reach
and stretch my fingers out, it jumps
away in one gigantic bound.
I pursue it, running, jumping, skipping,
rushing, grabbing, trying to catch
the elusive little toad that sings
a croaking song of striking beauty.
Someday I will catch it,
cradle it in my palm,
caress it's rough skin,
and it will pee on me.
cradle it in my palm,
caress it's rough skin,
and it will pee on me.
About Robert P. Hansen:
Mr. Hansen currently teaches philosophy and ethics at a community college. He has had several poems and short stories published.
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