Caren Krutsinger Poet Personification

Critters Live Under My Hood In Winter

I am like a pretty jalopy that has accumulated rust
A proud chassis but with a droopy fender now
No one oohs or wants to purchase me now
Which is great for I am not for sale in any kind of way

My chrome bumper which was glistening sterling
Used to be a drum majorette for parades in the 40’s
I sit in an old farmer’s back lot now, hidden from the ones
Who have bought up land and are building pristine brick houses

There used to be a great-great-grandson who would jump inside me
Play with my steering wheel, honking the horn
But it has not worked for a long time
Critters live under my hood in the winter

I have become a shelter for those who need one
No longer a showpiece, not flashy or sassy
But I remember and I smile, as the critters seek shelter
Neither of us satisfied but it is a start sometimes.

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