The metal x said "Thou shall not pass" Neon yellow gloves pointed to the sky, warning who was watching, when they were hit they flew far and fast (20 feet)
Embedded in the rubber that hits the road, are what seem to be the remains of a toad, but they are not, not at all, they were the dangerous daffodil.
I guess his hate governor must of broke, or he must have felt the power of engine, so he closed his eyes inhaled that ****, or maybe the forced move pumped his adrenaline.
What ever the case, there was not a witness and we know no flower whisperers The stalks fresh with Spring agility could not stand the weight and snapped crisper. then burnt back bacon char coaled on the grill, so far this is a measure of his ill, will.
We have nothing but WIDE TIRE tracks to go by and too bad he is the only one, for sure and at the end of the month he will live here, Nevermore, Nevermore, Never ever more.
I can't seemed to get it out of my head, so today is poetry therapy day. Tomorrow I will write about our car accident....