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.
By the Book (sic)
By the Book (sic)
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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,
today.
Graeme Sandford 