Riding On The Bus
Poodle Twins,
Their noses in the wind,
I pass them by,
Barking ferociously at strangers,
Not known or seen,
Looking out the bus window,
Barely a second;
Thought back.
As the bus bellows on,
Thoughts drift away,
I stare out the window,
Imagining what the world could be.
Their noses in the wind,
I pass them by,
Barking ferociously at strangers,
Not known or seen,
Looking out the bus window,
Barely a second;
Thought back.
As the bus bellows on,
Thoughts drift away,
I stare out the window,
Imagining what the world could be.
