An ill-motioned groove drowned me, driving
Like the sick puppy I am, halfway out of my car window
Eyes starving, high and unorthodox
The foliage watched
Each sapling in fact
Covertly whispering to the other
Snide and volatile
“He sure fell out of the nest”
“He must be Mad”
I drove by with a hint of my satiric
Showing my teeth
They were looking back, un-teased