Puttering and pattering

Looked down and found

A wonderful hop toad

Laying low

in his humble abode

He eyed me

And spied me

As I did him

With a wink and a whim

The tiniest pot he chose

From all the others

Of those

He’s big for it

And it’s small for him

But there he is anyway

On this comfy cozy December day

In the arms of the airplane plant

Propellors whirring

The air is stirring

And I wonder…

Who will punch his ticket

And where oh where

Will he go….


ellie894 December 7, 2021