There is a toad in my garage

Poem by Susan Nuttgens

'But she has three neat fingers on each foot / And she is looking at me.' | Photo: by Laura Seaman on Unsplash

There is a toad in my garage
All the small birds have gone away
Or maybe the local cats got them
Or the magpies.

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