A Salamander

I saw a salamander in the Michigan woods: under fallen leaves and needles, between two pieces of plastic. It was there for the winter, but the plastic was bound for the dump, so I picked up the salamander to move it.

On a warm summer day, I would have been hard-pressed to hold it, but in the cold air, with snow falling thru the canopy of yellow-brown leaves, the salamander barely moved. I easily held it in the palm of my hand, pushed aside some leaves and pine needles and gently set the salamander down beside a decaying branch, covering it all as best I could.

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