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Butterfly or but a leaf

It landed on a leaf,

I thought it was a butterfly;

I looked very closely,

but, to my flutter disbelief,

I found it was just another leaf

that had flown down from the sky.

The Bird who thinks it’s a leaf

It’s almost beyond belief,

but I’m a bird

who thinks it’s a leaf.

I perch on a branch

and sway

sometimes for as long

as a day.

The other birds laugh at me

in the Winter –

in the Summer I’m harder to see;

and in Autumn and Spring

I’m just doing my thing;

so, please leaf me alone,

let me be.

I was walking along, when …

I was walking along,

when a leaf, from off of.a tree,

landed upon my head,

damaging me –

I was concussed?

Nobody fussed

over my supine body,

but, other leaves soon joined in,

tapping a cacophonous threnody

upon my broken pate;

at this rate, I’ll be

the mound of the fallen zero –

more a landmark,

less a hero.

A random leaf

I said ‘Hello!’ to a random leaf;

but, the random leaf ignored me;

I said hello to another leaf –

with the outcome just the same;

I said ‘Hello!’ to many leaves;

but none of them replied –

so, eventually,

I gave up saying hello to random leaves –

it was silly,

and it bored me

Oh my gosh, it was beyond belief, today, I was hit on the head, by a great big leaf!

Well, the title says it all,

so I don’t have to pen a tale so tall;

and when you shout, ‘What?’

I answer the call,

because, in my dictionary

‘Pride’ comes before ‘Fall’.

It’s not a very good dictionary,

actually, it’s fictionary.

In Autumn / The Fall

In Autumn,

a leaf fell;

in the Fall,

it also fell;

be it one or the other,

the result was the same:

the first to fall,

I have found,

presages a general

leaf fest upon the ground.

Bee on a Leaf

I saw a bee upon a leaf,

which gave me great belief

that a bee can be upon a leaf

and the leaf can bee

happy, too.

Edward de Leaf

Edward lived every day

as if it was his first,

or his last;

green of experience in his youth

he learnt all that could

until he became a wizened old fellow.

One day,

whilst wearing a coat of brown, trimmed with a motley yellow,

he fell to the ground,

and just lay there.

The race to be

Is it you,

or is it me,

who’s going to be

the last leaf on the tree?

Every other leaf has fallen,

we’ve been left behind;

and when one more leaf

has heard its calling;

there will only be

one last solitary leaf

upon the tree to find.

Today and the flying leaf.

Today, I was almost concussed by a flying leaf;

it came at me so fast,

it was almost beyond belief;

but, by my ducking, it missed me,

as it passed it almost kissed me,

then it went on its way,

And that is the story of how

I was almost concussed by a flying leaf,