A baby salamander
In the middle of the road
Seemed in danger of a horrifying end,
So I thought I would transport him
To the grasses on the berm
Or a car would squish him coming ‘round the bend.
When I placed a leaf before him
He resisted crawling on
So I prodded just a bit ‘til he came ‘round,
But he wasn’t quite secure
Because when I picked up the leaf
That little creature fell right off and hit the ground.
After several more attempts
He’d made it safely to the side
And I left him where the traffic wouldn’t go,
Yet I wondered if perhaps
He wished I hadn’t interfered
Though, of course, there isn’t any way to know.
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