Dried toads all stiff from the many days after dying in the sun and looking black and dead and smelly from their maggot eaten bellies that grown sucked to the ground you've got to yank it up so that it makes a squelching pop and you see more of them dead amphibian friends streched out in a sun tanning position black too and dried like those little animals you find collected in a box for chinese medical purposes.
Five of them unusual habitants to the back balcony and now left with one, for four died in various positions in the sun that their carcasses hardened and cemented to the ground that they couldn't move but just as well cos they're dead toads.
Dead toads i tell you that left one survivor behind to fend the impending autumn and then winter and then who knows how long more might it fend for there is not to be anymore flies to be as food for its weak and hungry tongue to stretch out its pout to eat and fill its skinny belly which will soon turn for food for maggots if it does not live properly.
Only when the rain comes wetting its soothed skin will it then spin its energy stored during the dry times waiting and stoning and it will leap as high as a form of attempt to escape its hunger but only to find out that it's a cell death waits upon them in patience.
It charges upon the doors with its white belly to escape or as a form of suicide?
Then you get to see its tired breath heaving from its throat inflating and deflating and eyes hopelessly staring into yours like glassy marbles, scared to face hunger and desperate to run and confusion to its whereabouts for it is after all a place unfit and strange for an animal like it to be.
And now it stays alone in the hole in the wall where hopeful drips of dampness will help to keep it sane till the next rain comes and it will try again once more to leap free.
But to where shall it leap for there's not a wall high enough to get over and that's where the confusion takes over from where it came.
So remain it shall in its death cell till the cold and dry rips its life off from its clammy skin and ribbed sides and joins upon his friends all dried up and dead in a sun tanning position, black and stiff and stuck to the floor in a suction from its decaying belly.
Five of them unusual habitants to the back balcony and now left with one, for four died in various positions in the sun that their carcasses hardened and cemented to the ground that they couldn't move but just as well cos they're dead toads.
Dead toads i tell you that left one survivor behind to fend the impending autumn and then winter and then who knows how long more might it fend for there is not to be anymore flies to be as food for its weak and hungry tongue to stretch out its pout to eat and fill its skinny belly which will soon turn for food for maggots if it does not live properly.
Only when the rain comes wetting its soothed skin will it then spin its energy stored during the dry times waiting and stoning and it will leap as high as a form of attempt to escape its hunger but only to find out that it's a cell death waits upon them in patience.
It charges upon the doors with its white belly to escape or as a form of suicide?
Then you get to see its tired breath heaving from its throat inflating and deflating and eyes hopelessly staring into yours like glassy marbles, scared to face hunger and desperate to run and confusion to its whereabouts for it is after all a place unfit and strange for an animal like it to be.
And now it stays alone in the hole in the wall where hopeful drips of dampness will help to keep it sane till the next rain comes and it will try again once more to leap free.
But to where shall it leap for there's not a wall high enough to get over and that's where the confusion takes over from where it came.
So remain it shall in its death cell till the cold and dry rips its life off from its clammy skin and ribbed sides and joins upon his friends all dried up and dead in a sun tanning position, black and stiff and stuck to the floor in a suction from its decaying belly.
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