A Birds Tale
Driving on a multi-lane road,
My mind focused and easy,
No worries, no mental load,
I felt good, free and breezy.
Chatting with my backseat child,
Enjoying together time,
Our moods were light and mild,
All things, all around, were fine.
A fast car drove way too close,
Then slowed, but it did not pass.
Just then, my son’s question rose,
“Why is that man doing that?”
“Son, it’s how signals are sent
When drivers cannot be heard.
You see how his fingers bent?
That's to flash his fondest bird.”
10/27/15
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2015
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