It sat there caught in the grate.
At first I thought it was a lizard.
Its surface of raised white intertwined with green the color of moss.
Upon retrieval, its leafiness became apparent.
Life and death were equal within it;
Cut off from its source, of course it would die.
But life was palatable in its texture.
Soft, pliable, unbreakable, colorful.
I shed no tear;
instead holding the life and death as one.
Knowing that all will return;
as everything is eventually rebirthed.