My chosen poem this week is by the Scottish poet and teacher Norman MacCaig (1910-1996).
Toad Stop looking like a purse. How could a purse Squeeze under the rickety door and sit, Full of satisfaction in a man's house? You clamber towards me on your four corners - Right hand, left foot, left hand, right foot. I love you for being a toad, For crawling like a Japanese wrestler, And for not being frightened I put you in my purse hand not shutting it, And set you down outside directly under Every star. A jewel in your head? Toad, You've put one in mine, A tiny radiance in a dark place. Norman MacCaig