ONCE A LEAF
He saw it there on the ground,
Not moving, not making a sound…
It was rather grey,
It’s legs out-splayed
In a sad place to be taken down.
It had legs, tail and a shell,
For a dead thing it seemed preserved well…
“Did I, in parking
Last night, cause this poor creature ill?”
He got out of his car in grief,
Thinking himself sinner-in-chief…
Pushed it with his toe,
From this angle you know
It really was just a leaf.