Counter

By Dariusz Grosa via Pexels

Watching
the other comment
the question
the causation
tumble itself

free
of rogue lips,
flailing
as a squirrel
who skydives

untethers small paws
gripped tightly
to the last nub
of a
toothpick branch

for only an instance
it is a comet of household proportions
an acrobat
suspending probability

clouding over disbelief
when it vanishes
behind that behemoth
of a fence

grey on
white
on green
and
gone

who knows
who will emerge
from the other side