I am looking for a toad
The fattest one I can find
That calls to me with the sound of an arrow being released from a bowstring directly into the heart of a loved one
It startles me
Because I was alone with no It
Not only in woods but in thought
Because for the first time in months I feel like I am not alone
Because I am with It
Because there is another large ugly creature that calls out to me because it is alone as well
Sometimes it feels like It is just a term we call things we are unfamiliar with, and that in the small shallow mosquito infested river I can find It, and show It that I am also an it, that It will never be alone because that’s the way I want It to feel
Because when I leave this toad’s presence
It will have none again
Because it is not only the tree that is silent when no one is around to hear It fall
With or without the toad