Warm and humid February
I stepped out of my car
And heard toads singing
Softly, softly,
In the urban dark.
At first I thought
Myself mistaken;
Toads don’t sing in February.
But there they were,
Primordial eructations
That have been a part of life
For eons on this planet
We call Earth
And love with all our heart.
®2018 John I. Blair, 2/20/2018
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