I watched a water rat
Eat out of curled up leaves
At the bank of a stream.
They were drifting
Like paper boats
At the end of a race,
But the little rat
Pulled each one close
And peered inside eagerly to see
What it held.
We look for magic everywhere,
While every day
Nature transforms
Dried, fallen leaves
Into floating dinner plates,
Herself.
Copyright LJ 2020
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