I
He grimaced while flexing forth,
the Hulk he was channeling, going North,
blonde crew cut, making a spectacle while
wearing glasses
he wore a black tank, with no sleeves,
while the wind teased the leaves with a breeze,
and they fallsaulted (somer is over)
across the concrete at his feet,
it was all about him on the street,
his handler, his care giver,
watched with a shiver as
as she had him and two
others to deliver to their
destination on foot, crime
fighting would delay the journey
and she was not sure who would
end up on the gurney if it all went awry.
II
Short time later, as they passed by, gone, the other part of the duo
arrived
she walked with swagger, in heels and no stumbles or missed steps,
not quite a stagger,
dressed in black with jet-black hair, she was part ninja,
part tim-bit monster,
or at least her appetite was,
the box of forty sat on her shoulder and she was delighted
by eating
them one at at time, her confident stride and petite feet,
stuck in almost stiletto heels acting,
very intuitive, see how she feels,
that kind of hero, because if she had to from fifty paces,
she could take out your eye with a honey crueler tim-bit
don't be fooled by
her ambivalent smile, and toss of her hair, those spoke of
caution and beware, as she stuffed another in there,
where she smiled while her eyes twinkled, kept moving her feet,
I think she spotted me from fifty paces,
away and from my second story window,
it was curtains for me, I closed my eyes and braced for impact,
which never came,
as to her shame,
see even heroes
don't share
all the time.
No more heroes walked by that day,
crime rates were down and children were
able to play
and be safe, so as my final thought
from my view on the second floor,
never under estimate anyone,
for real or in fun, and their capacity to bring joy, even without sharing.
©DWE102013
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
I
He grimaced while flexing forth,
the Hulk he was channeling, going North,
blonde crew cut, making a spectacle while
wearing glasses
he wore a black tank, with no sleeves,
while the wind teased the leaves with a breeze,
and they fallsaulted (somer is over)
across the concrete at his feet,
it was all about him on the street,
his handler, his care giver,
watched with a shiver as
as she had him and two
others to deliver to their
destination on foot, crime
fighting would delay the journey
and she was not sure who would
end up on the gurney if it all went awry.
II
Short time later, as they passed by, gone, the other part of the duo
arrived
she walked with swagger, in heels and no stumbles or missed steps,
not quite a stagger,
dressed in black with jet-black hair, she was part ninja,
part tim-bit monster,
or at least her appetite was,
the box of forty sat on her shoulder and she was delighted
by eating
them one at at time, her confident stride and petite feet,
stuck in almost stiletto heels acting,
very intuitive, see how she feels,
that kind of hero, because if she had to from fifty paces,
she could take out your eye with a honey crueler tim-bit
don't be fooled by
her ambivalent smile, and toss of her hair, those spoke of
caution and beware, as she stuffed another in there,
where she smiled while her eyes twinkled, kept moving her feet,
I think she spotted me from fifty paces,
away and from my second story window,
it was curtains for me, I closed my eyes and braced for impact,
which never came,
as to her shame,
see even heroes
don't share
all the time.
No more heroes walked by that day,
crime rates were down and children were
able to play
and be safe, so as my final thought
from my view on the second floor,
never under estimate anyone,
for real or in fun, and their capacity to bring joy, even without sharing.
©DWE102013
Tim-bit -a Tim Horton's donut center you know, what causes a donut hole...this was not intended to insult; any food franchises, male or female real life super heroes, or PDBH (Public Displays of Being Human), I am not in whole or in part, affiliate the Tim Horton's nor do benefit from mentioning their business name or products
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