I looked out the window and saw a donkey ducking from the settle as the whip hovered over him and thought he was too smart for his own good but saw a horse doing the conga and thought; now, there was a horse too wise to even know his own address, let alone stand on his own two feet.
Beneath the cruise controlled breeze, rides the uncertainty that rules her. Ceremoniously blinded by the gust, she quietly chases to license the storm, frantically craving to bury the indiscreet and ill defined twister.
The Doctor said, if he could read my mind, it would tell stories. Stories of the centerfold masquerading as a crocheted tattoo inhibited only to the naked few with a magnifying glass. A broken jar in the middle of the highway. A bycicle sticking to a goat parading a mustache with an attitude.
I tried to zoom in but it was still far. I tried to hop on the electrical cable, go through the roof, jump down the fence and land firm on the neighbor’s patio table but I was still dancing. So, I made a hole on the paper peeked through it and was told a pigeon had flown in, snatched the paper on his beak and I was out of luck.
Yup, too much for this story. Token trivia sold at your local grocerie store; it was only in his head.