A Crispy Visitor

I pushed through the front screen door flap to see the wide world outside. At the edge of the stone step, a dry golden maple leaf sat shivering whenever the breeze passed. I paused on the warm concrete, watching how its edges curled upward like tiny curled toes. Gently, I stepped closer and pressed one plush paw onto its center to hold it steady against the gust. It gave a faint, crisp crinkle under my weight. I decided to sit down right beside it so it wouldn't have to blow away alone across the driveway.