I would never dream
that my lady would abandon me here
Her tears hit my handlebars
with a pain remembered
Where is she?
Will anyone come, take me for their own?
Would I ever see her again?
I watched her walk away
as if she has forgotten something
Why not take me with her
So much faster than two legs
We have fresh bread, eggs in the basket
It would have been eggs on toast for lunch
Oh, how I hope she will be back soon
To ride me home…
© anita dawes 2020