Toad
Stop looking like a purse. How could a purse
squeeze under the rickety door and sit,
full of satisfaction, in a man's house?You clamber towards me on your four corners ---
right hand, left foot, left hand, right foot.I love you for being a toad,
for crawling like a Japanese wrestler,
and for not being frightened.I put you in my purse hand, not shutting it,
and set you down outside directly under
every star.A jewel in your head? Toad,
you've put one in mine,
a tiny radiance in a dark place.--- Norman MacCaig