Ode to a Toad

Night time in the garden
The hungry toad stalks its prey
On guard from dusk to dawn
A sentry on high alert
I take a stroll, flashlight in hand
Catching them in my beam
Frozen on haunches
Still as the Queen’s guard
Waiting for my exit
Then I hear the rustling of leaves
Beware the nighttime garden slug or the pesty cockroach
I have enlisted a skilled army
No more holy strawberries, no more half eaten tomatoes
Beware: my hungry friends are on patrol

-- Barbara H., Adult