hot hog
the motorcycle streaked past us so fast, I thought “night rider”
Plus there were flames and it seemed to be on fire
I wish it would slow down I thought.
The hog instantly stopped near my driveway.
I was astonished, for it had no rider.
A bike full of flames, streaking through the neighborhood.
I ran to get my camera, hoping it would return.
It never did.
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