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. Please get more information about the Salamander Capital of the World here. No foolin’!! Home of Dolly Parton AND salamanders!!! Please see Fish’s gallery at https://www.facebook.com/thfisherphotography/ He writes too…