Autumn Leaf

An autumn leaf covers his left eye while the right wanders across the horizon. His lack of neck, plus a poor posture that was struck during his youth (oh so long ago) permits him from looking above or below the pesky leaf. If only he wasn't so scared of heights, maybe then he'd use one of this hands to pluck it from the twig. But for now those hands remain tightly gripped on the thick branch he's balancing on. Or maybe said solution hasn't crossed his mind and intelligence is what he lacks the most...

Nevertheless, he continues his observing, determined not to fail his mission because of one hindering leaf. But now he's had a thought. And now another. He's thinking about gravity. Why is he thinking about gravity? He never thinks about gravity. He probably last thought about gravity when he had good posture! But he is an awfully heavy man. And this branch, well, it's starting to look awfully thin... old... flimsy... weak... ready to snap...

Why did he shuffle his wide buttocks this far along the branch again? For a better view? But the view still would've been good at the beginning of the branch! Back where the branch becomes trunk! No bum manoeuvres necessary! Greed. He wanted too much. Who does this guy think he is anyway? And guess what... No leaves down that end either. Zero. That intelligence problem is becoming more believable by the second. So what's he going to do now? He came up here for a secret touch and he's already scared of a swift plummet into the unwelcoming grass below. He should be more afraid of a person seeing him up there! Not gravity! No wonder the poor woman is thinking about this restraining order. Poor, poor woman. Well, at least gravity is on her side. Ouch.

[#1 / 24.10.2019]