What did the ribbon become in the rain?

[rayheinrich]

I have to write a poem called The Dream of The Toads.

Wonderful title.

Reminds me of:

A toad came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,-
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his glisteny head

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his tongue
And rowed him softer home

Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, plashless, as they swim.


                - Ylime Nosnikcid