Canyon Country, CA
Hark, there is a creature on the hood of my car
with me he has now ridden really quite far.
He turns to me and looks with great fright,
"How did I get into this perilous plight?"
Thy imperiled existence does cause me compassion
for I have time to stop and your safety to fashion.
But lo, this is not the American way
to do kind deeds at the dawn of the day.
So lay low my friend and do not scurry
and cling to my windshield, be not in a hurry.
For it the fortunes of nature are on our side
we both arrive safely still contained in our hide.
Who-o-o-a, for now thou hast taken to flight
for a moment in the sunlight what a marvelous sight.
With thy hands and thy feet like an eagle wide spread
looking for a place to land, and yet not be dead.
Ah, they say that flight is good for one's life
to be free of earth sailing beyond all our strife.
For you in flight quite free and fancy and simple
thou are now on you truck but a small, little dimple.
~*~ Time erases and rewrites all the lines. What remains is the poetry! ~*~