Marilyn L. Taylor
Note: This poem, with apologies, comes straight from my tinkering-in-the-basement years.
Just beyond the window casement
where I puttered in the basement,
twenty-seven muddy nodes
were morphing into baby toads.
Wow, I shrieked in exaltation—
I am witness to creation!
Astonishing, without a doubt!
But even so, it grossed me out.
© 2019 Marilyn L. Taylor
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