Good Intentions

A baby salamander In the middle of the road Seemed in danger of a horrifying end, So I thought I would transport him To the grasses on the berm Or a car would squish him coming ‘round the bend. When I placed a leaf before him He resisted crawling on So I prodded just a bit ‘til he came ‘round, But he wasn’t quite secure Because when I picked up the leaf That little creature fell right off and hit the ground. After several more attempts He’d made it safely to the side And I left him where the traffic wouldn’t go, Yet I wondered if perhaps He wished I hadn’t interfered Though, of course, there isn’t any way to know.