Leaf Surfing
By Curt Vaughn
Sometimes I like to miniaturize my self so I can explore
the great outdoors especially in the fall when the colors are all warm and the
weather is my favorite temperature of cold.
First I have to climb the biggest tree so I can start my
journey at the top. Sometimes I find a friendly squirrel that will take
time out of picking up acorns to give me a lift to the top of the tree.
Once I have reached the top I find a good brown and gold
covered leaf for a board that I can ride down through the tree and the forest
and grass over the pound to converse with the ducks in their secret hollowed
out stump of a tree by the big rolling hills.
I jump on and glide downwards barely missing the falling
acorns and the dive bombing blue jays to just pull up a hair lengths from the
grown although still a pretty long little distance for me it is enough of a
close call to draw the attention of the wild cats.
Know racing throw the forest on a fall breeze that could
die at any moment with every more curious and possible starving cats on my
stem. I just reach the water in time for the cats claws to swing at me
but be to far out of reach to turn my board to mulch but enough to create a
whirlwind effect that sends me twirling out of control over the water.
Just when I think my leaf is going to take leave of me
another appears floating gently right next to me curiosity of my friends the
squirrels in their infinite wisdom. I jump aboard and sail on to the
other side to my clandestine meeting with the ducks. Once I get there my
friend the frog tells me the ducks have gone up the hill to the park. Too
bad I did not miniaturize my leaf blower.
