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Mini-Rock Named, 'Jerry'.
A piece of a stone, like a mini rock,
While it was resting on a sidewalk.

Pedestrians came and left,
Some hit with a foot knowingly, or unintentionally.
One stopped by to write a name, ‘Jerry’, with a chalk.
I don ‘t know why, but that mini rock got now a name.
I guess, it is all right with me to call that mini rock, Jerry.
Some who hit unintentionally, called also names,
Unfortunately, none of those was a Jerry.

Days were passed,
Jerry ‘s routine was same, getting hit by people.
One by one, and moved its destination,
Left to right, right to left, and side to side.

One lucky day, a gardener passed by.
He looked at Jerry, picked, examined and kept.

The gardener went to his house,
Found a place outdoor, nearby his lawn.
Placed Jerry besides a plant of cherry.

Sky changed cloudy, few moments passed.
Raindrops danced on Jerry.
Birds made Jerry, a resting-place.
And Jerry became the attraction of a landscape.

And finally,
Jerry thanked all the pedestrians,
Who gave Jerry, a name and heart-like shape.
Willfully, or unknowingly.