observe the leaf
having fallen, springs legs
hopping up and down forlornly
longingly
vainly hopeful of regaining his lost host
has he, bravely,
whilst impressing his peers,
misplaced his seating, and dropped unexpectedly below?
has he, sadly,
by his twittering and heavy sighs,
been ejected forcibly by his brethren?
his jumps erratic, on unfamiliar limbs
his reach insufficient
he scouts around, but
finding the base of his home identical circular
he frantically bounces off
i know not what he seeks
in silence wish him luck
and return to my thoughts
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Monday, November 15, 2010
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