The Leaves Of Maple

That half decomposed leaf i found the other day was different, special.

It was odd to find a leaf in the middle of my kitchen floor. Yes i have a cat, and yes it was probely my cat that trod it in. But how often do you see a rotting pink leaf the size of my hand in your kitchen!

The moment it started glowing is when i knew it was different! It wispered to me in a wispy vocie. It wanted to tell me storys, secret tales, i thought i was going crazy! Until now.

I am sitting in my favorite maple tree, where the leaves have turnt pink reddy to fall. They are wispering again, im scared. They are angry. They want to, want to... Teach me. Teach me? Teach me, a lesson? I am running. I can't stand this!

"we are the leaves of maple... and we are coming for, YOU!