Psychic Paws

Falling

A leaning toward left

A bend toward right

The slanting of sun

The strands of lush light

The whisper of time

Left unsaid

The murmur of wind

Leaves unheard

The silent curve of the branch

And the crisp crunch

Of a leaf

Falling freefall zigzag, plop

and the faint but loud chomp

underneath shoes

scuffled and worn

falling and ready for slumber

long and deep