Toad Redux Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

If you stay still you will freeze
Even with a blanket round your knees.
Purposefully I search for a florin
In my pocket seams to slot in.

The waning gas has popped
Growing shallow, yellow … greyed.
Huddle still towards the fire's lattices
Oblivion and hibernation crevices

Soaking up the last rays
In the final passable days:
‘Girl there's a better life, can't you see
For you and me' - you have to agree.

As the cold gathers and the coin is slotted
Move now before the toad has squatted.