It’s the tinkle of an ice-cream truckoutside a clouded window, the wishingfor an intervention, but not really.Did you say something?It’s the goosebumps radiatingfrom your very core to the tips of youat just the thought.I didn’t hear you.It’s surreptitious snacking, secretsbest kept buried. It’s what you thinkyou want but can never have.Can you repeat that?Heavens to Murgatroyd! It’s who you love.
For Kerry’s prompt to the Real Toads: Can You Hear Me?