A Little Gate

I walked past my pine needle walkway onto the dirt. A small dry twig shaped like a fork was caught in the turf. I carried it back to my silver button. I pushed the two pointed ends straight into a crack in the asphalt right at the start of the pine needles. It stood up on its own like an arch. I bent down and crawled right through it to touch my silver button. Now there is a gate leading straight to my house.