The Kicking Rock

It divorced the pavement where long it was joined,
And laid about the crag with others freshly separated.
Occasionally, it could change its side like a chance coin,
But ultimately, without mode of movement, it frustrated.

Then along came the pondering toes of a wandering foot
That accidentally bumped the fuming 'lil pebble.
It shied out straight and gaily came to halt,
And on the second beat, went again fast and terrible.

Now lo and soon, those stepping toes could not the pebble keep;
It zigged and zagged for freedom left or right,
And toward the curb, into the street
The feet would dart in protective fright.

Now raging against unwillfull caging, the stone it thought.
It halted suddenly under the oppressive toes;
It stabbed and delighted in the pain it had brought,
But was soon astounded by such worse woes.

The feet had hands that reached down in spite.
They pinched the pebble dexterously despite its, "NO!"
And with no thought nor show of excessive might,
Plunged the pebble into the sewery hell below.