28 June – Crossing paths

A rustle in the leaves
nestled near the track
then suddenly we see him,
almost lost in brown on brown.
A mini mountain climber
hauling up his hill,
crawling rhythmic, almost vertical
till suddenly he’s still.
Pace and progress all forgotten
when he senses us loom large,
he freezes, hoping hard
to merge with deep rich soil.
We recommence our walk
so he can reach his peak
but remember him all day,
the woodland toad we chanced to meet.