Territorial

Territorial

I don't know how old I was
But I was really wee
And I don't now what drew me
to the back door that night
but when I looked
from the bright shield of doorway
at the darkness
there was something there.

It sat,
fatly nonchalant
So I frowned at it
It just sat there, all plumped up
So I snatched the door open
And glared at it
It just sat there, all plumped up
I crouched looking at it head-on
This thick mottled lump
It wouldn't budge
And this really pissed me off
I was so angry
So we sat there, staring each other out
Till my un-socked feet went numb
From soaking up the cold stone steps.

And after I left, I suppose it returned
Brown and unharmed
To the brown of its dignified, toad-night.