Midnight Oil

[TranquillityBase]

I feel like this is one of those poems that has a key which unlocks all the sense in it. But, it's not under the doormat, not in a planter on the patio, no garden gnome in the yard.

Maybe there's one of those little key keepers that looks like a toad or something, nestled under a shrub....

Thanks OMG,

This made my morning.  I think perhaps I left the key inside and locked the door without checking my pocket.

TqB