Fitting, since I did just see a real toad on the walkway in front of my house.
Today's challenge: 'So, your task is to write from the point of view of someone who is seeing reality through a distorted lens."
And here it is, if it qualifies. I have no idea where it came from.
it's you again
i did not invite you
to fling your fervid finger dance
on my hilltops
to slyly slither your stealthful
along my hedge row
nor play your probing game of sinking
for a short while
into my silent secret bog
a short while
and look at you
how you thrash and flail
spewing ragged steamy breath spasms
until that final gasp
when you heave your heavy ploughman's sigh
are you still here
kiss me if you must
Afterthought: after reading Hedgewitch's entry, it occurred to me that this might also be about the incubus. A new and intriguing slant, perhaps.