do speak louder than words the owl thought to himself, as he sat and watched
his friend the toad do a mean shimmy shingle atop a branch on a tree across the stream..
toad had sat there all evening, atop a jutting rock in the gentle stream which flowed aimlessly out to nowhere..… croaking in his grandest of tones
about his love for dance.. Yet not moving, not an inch.... just croak
if struck by sudden wisdom in the form of a lash on his back.. He suddenly stopped,
looked around, looked up ..and leaped into the air, landing on an overhanging branch
that gently brushed the stream..
He began to dance …he danced and he danced….The moon looked on as if already knowing each
move the toad legged..as if he had seen
it being rehearsed a 100 times before....he watched on smiling..as he quietly coordinated
with passing clouds, to provide
perfect stage- light , that seemed to highlight the
toads ever so brilliant footwork..
He danced all night he did… croaked a little too… I love to dance… I love to
He danced all night...he danced all right..
for the night was provided by the creaking trees..The hustling leaves, the wind
and his howl..Amidst the cacophony of various creatures of the night..They joined in from time
to time in perfect chorus like a well rehearsed band ....the owl joined in too...It all fell into