Tiny, Tiny Toad

I was taking a short walk
on a sunny sumptuous day
in the pretty month of May,
when I came across
a tiny, tiny toad.

He didn’t move or make a peep.
I thought he might be shy,
so I whispered “hi”,
and slowly crouched
down to the ground.

He blinked two times
as if to say, "who are you?"
or "how do you do".
I didn't want to be rude
so I blinked too.

His skin looked rough,
dry and deeply dark,
like a piece of old tree bark,
with wee warty bumps,
all over his back.

Tiny Toad kept quiet and still,
with only his throat of brown
quickly moving up and down.
I tried to gulp and gulp like him,
but couldn't match his speedy pace.

We sat and stared at each other
on that spring day in May,
with no spoken words to say
only many blinks and gulps,
until Tiny Toad hopped away.