Ever Jumped a Train - Part 5 - Robert and Ernie Adventures
I woke up that next morning after arriving in New York,
Oh boy was my stomach sore from laughing so hard last night.
Could tell Ernie was dreaming as his eyes were in REM mode,
Noticed his tiny heart would always beat faster too.
I was only fifteen years old then and Ernie about one,
Little did I know he would only live about two more.
When you're a kid you think you will probably live forever,
So go the lives of a dreaming boy and a mouse best friend.
As I looked at him sleeping I realized how much I loved him,
Ernie had become that little brother I never would have had.
So how many boys growing up could put brother in hip pocket?
You definitely couldn't get much closer than that, right?
We two young adventurers literally connected at the hip,
Tied together in a brotherhood that would last forever.
Who ever would have thought of such an awesome relationship?
With one so small while the other would grow so much larger.
All of a sudden Ernie woke up as fast as he fell asleep,
I always was amazed at that ability he had for that.
What I mean is he didn't have red eyes before or after,
Now that was really something for a teen age boy to ponder.
Ernie blinked up at me and said what are you looking at?
You were snoring Ernie and you told me that mice never do.
I think this was the first time I saw that little guy mad,
Robert, he said, that one really takes the cheese cake.
Ernie, I said, don't get me laughing again like last night,
I don't think my tummy can take another hilarious beating.
So, you think you're the only one with a sore gut he said,
Robert, you forget how silly I found out you humans are.
Okay Ernie I said, so let's drop it, we're at Grand Central,
Everything's big to me he said, so don't try to impress me.
It was at that very moment that Ernie saw a pet white mouse,
She must have escaped from her owner at the main station.
I knew it was love at first sight for my little brother,
I grabbed his tail as he tried to scamper out the box car.
Robert, he squealed, let go of my tail if you care about me,
Ernie, I do, but didn't you see that big dark shadow there?
Pal, don't you see that fine wire tied around her tiny neck?
Ernie reminded me that rodents don't have good eyesight.
Then he asked me to free her from that bull holding her,
I whispered to him, brother, I will try, I will truly try.
(to be cont)
Note: For those not aware of the term, a "bull", was a brutal train policeman.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Copyright © Robert Gruhn | Year Posted 2014
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