Clear notes echo through the trees, the robin is singing his evening song, his orange chest puffed out like an opera singer on stage.
There is no chorus just him, and then a truck drives by, stops and begins to backup. A mechanical “beep, beep, beep” pierces the air, then silence.
The robin turns his head to the darkening sky and resumes singing.
Metal wheels rolled along the pavement, loud
the sound grew louder and louder, it was like a wave coming down the hill, the dogs started to bark, the crows flew from their lookout on the hydro wire,
a blur went by
just for a moment it looked like a penguin on a skateboard!
Roll, roll, roll, what did the yogi say? The air is moving as arms and legs spin in circles, the light bulb overhead starts to flicker as the energy in the room takes on a new level, then the room gets dark and someone claps their hands, time to wake up and stop rolling!
Looking out the window, wondering where the time went, the day’s light dimmed.
turning and looking around the room,
Mr. Rooster realized his window was a landscape painting of some far away land.
Where are you going Mr. Potato Head? You should be in the ground!
I have sprouted legs and I am going to use them to walk away, walk away from this emerald island and off to a new land,
To enjoy my own patch of earth where I can do what I please!