Luscious greens,
rain-soaked ground and dripping leaves.
Dew drops fall onto blades of grass,
muddy puddles along the swampy pass.
Mushrooms gather around tree stumps.
Awaiting the meeting,
the sunset and the moon,
just a brief moment of greeting.
Then the darkness illuminated by the moonlight beaming.
Barefoot feet brush
through the grassy carpet.
Surrounded by thick bushes,
in the foliage, a set of eyes.
Looking around, left to right,
up and down.
No one around.
He bounds from safety into the unknown,
the bouncing toad.
Always aware of the dangers that lurk,
he takes cover in the dirt.
Through lush leafy flora,
flower petal umbrella,
a canopy against wet weather.
Toad finds his way to the next shelter.
Around endless bends,
under wooden tree stump alcove,
days spent sleeping,
nights seeking a friend
Under waving seas of green.
he roams, unseen, unperturbed.
He surveys the surroundings,
looking high and low.
The moons glow
lighting the pathways below.
He leaps through shrubs,
looking for some slugs
to fill his tum.
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