Opportunistic Toad

Last night as I walked
Round my little homestead
Surveying my patch of land.
I watched the night sky
As lightning played
At the corner of my eye.
I thought to myself
That I must remember
To turn off the lights
Shining in the dark
Outside my home.

As I rounded the corner
I changed my sleepy mind
As I saw a toad
Dark from hiding in the mulch
Sitting silently below a light
Waiting patiently
For the occasional bug
Drawn by my light
Dancing in the night
Flying a bit too low
Then becoming a feast
For an opportunistic toad.