Lucy Alexander #19 Eastern Toadlets Mt Majura

The eye makes mud of them

crouching under termite riddled

long dead tree bones

their backs round heap

but eyes of mud – they know to close them

against the light flip

that we have caused

claw earth and dip the nose

to damp swamp crevice

the eye makes mud of them

until the shadow clears and they are 3D

roughened skin

they blink in the water light

disguise stripped

but still like blackened stones

until we recover them

thinking of our own camouflage

the bright water filled day