By the Front Door, by W. S. Merwin

Big ole Bufo...when I picked him up, he snuggled down into my hand like he never wanted to be anywhere else.

Big ole Bufo…when I picked him up, he snuggled down into my hand like he never wanted to be anywhere else.

By the Front Door

 

Rain through the morning

and in the long pool a toad singing

happiness old as water

 

–  W. S. Merwin

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