Walking

by: Mackenzie Proctor

Walking down the street

he is there

seems to have no purpose

seems to have no care,

walking down the street

he never has no shirt on

I don’t know why

like a wild animal

you turn around and he’s gone,

walking down the street

it must never change

he runs away from you scared

I must say it’s rather strange,

walking down the street,

he’s a possum

wearing a head light

you don’t see him until

from a hill he’s a blossom,

walking down the street

the clouds are his show

I don’t understand it

he’ll go

and still go.

Walking down the street

I wonder,

where did he go?