I give great thanks on this grey Saturday
while still in my nightgown
the weather expected to be rainy
then forty two degrees Fahrenheit
Gathering the last of winter's logs
to burn tonight, a functional fire
to clear away creosote buildup
in the flue and wood stove
But back to my eternal gratitude
before noon, to the one who got away
underneath more bricks
underneath a drizzling sky
underneath a wet log
A tiny salamander or newt
(as we once called them)
reminding me that the two
I already captured today
(in my childish delight)
were and are more than enough