Week 47: toad speaks with forked tongue

17:
morning mister toad
that’s a fine motor
smiles mister whitman

18:
i see the moon shine
i breathe the scent of cities
i am replies toad

19:
i am the lilac
i become the shooting star
behold me toad says

20:
the fox slinks past me
he knows i know all he knows
i am all foxes

21:
in the first new light
i become brand new again
daily a fresh toad

22:
ev’nin mister toad
thats a fine poem
smiles mister whitman

23:
i am that poem
for the poem is in me
i rhyme replies toad