I see it all the time,
the way of things,
how season follows season,
and flake follows leaf;
but don't ask me what it means--
you'd do as well to ask the apple
on the tray on the table
on the porch up the steps
why the wind blows, or
why Sally is prettier than Jane, or
why cats can't speak Chinese...
it's a mystery to me.
Still and all, I have observed that
when I call you,
you call back,
and that's a righteous joy
linked to Real Toads, because I am GRATEFUL that I have friends who love me.