by Jim Tilley
It was sitting there dead still in the middle of the driveway and I didn’t want to run over it, couldn’t be certain which way it might dart at the last moment. So I stopped, got out of my car with my cellphone camera primed to snap a few shots of this odd-looking, rodent-like creature with a long, thin tail, squirrel-like ears, and slightly humped back. The size of a chipmunk, common in these parts, but no tell-tale stripes, dark gray, not the rare albino I had spotted recently, full-bodied for its overall small size. I moved closer for a better view and a sharper photo with the lens on zoom. Closer yet and forward so I could see it in profile, not from behind, and nearer still to get a view of its head and eyes from the front. It was then I realized that the animal and plant kingdoms had converged in the middle of my driveway, the object nothing but a wizened, oversized oak leaf with stem, all somehow curled into the deceptive form, and me left wondering what had become of my perfect 20-20 vision as a young man, now the sole creature past its prime in the driveway that afternoon.
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