Connect the dots

Of my little spots

And see my moss

On which I lay.

I am slimy

I am cold

I am fast

But I’m not bold.

I like the mud

Best of all

I’ll hide from hikers

Both great and small.

You must be quick

To see me there

Perched on a rock

Near my lair.

Some think snake

Others think frog

I am neither

Beneath my log.

If I had a shell

I could not squeeze

Between these roots

So if you please

Don’t pick me up

As I scurry away

Just admire my spots

And be on your way.

Please enjoy this picture by my good friend Timothy H. Fisher (aka The Hiking Fish) more than you enjoyed my bad poetry. Please hold my good friend Beth responsible for my bad poetry, as she gave me the prompt and I couldn’t think of a good story to tell. I only have two salamander stories, and neither are especially entertaining. One ends with dead, extremely smelly salamanders, anyway.

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He writes too!