I am a school van bus driver
And that's why I'm parked against the curb
Waiting in the street with my flashers on
Waiting for my student to come out of his dwelling, sigh!
And in front of me slowly scattering w
Walking in front of me
On the pavement on the street ,
is a little baby squirrel
He has something between his teeth
Its tail flurry fluttering tail making a?
Flashing back and forth like a windshield wiper blade
He's so ominous so cute and pretty
Fairly big as your hand if it walks ever so slowly
As if he was on his tippy-toes
What is that light green thing?
Big as a golf ball in his mouth
slowly he trots as he goes across on to the curb
He jumps up slowly trotting cross the green grass
He spies me yes
He still keeps a straightforward path
He goes around the big oak tree he sits it down like in a dog He drops what was in his mouth
That big lime green ball he perceives to pick it up
He scramble us up the oak tree it's the second day he has done this
Boy this is awesome to me!
This baby squirrel walking across the street but something between his teeth
8/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Categories:
wiper blade, adventure, animal, cute,
Form: Free verse
I saw it fly across my path.
From north to south.
On a hot summer day in Oklahoma.
Monarch colors glistened in the low western sun.
Its fragile wings beating to the rhythm of a tiny heart.
I wondered.
Was it thinking of a meal?
A pretty flower at the end of day?
Never thought it would be swept away.
In a rush of glass and steel.
Trapped and helpless in a wiper blade.
Headed East on 51 toward the still water.
So I stopped and examined the powder.
Left when it hit.
As if an airliner went down.
Wreckage strewn along a trail.
Leading to it.
Alone with a broken wing.
Not understanding the hand setting it free,
and placing it carefully,
on a bed of clover,
beside the road.
Then moving on.
E.G. Maynard.
46 & 2.
3.
Categories:
wiper blade, blessing, , western,
Form: Free verse