Hushed Whispers Singing

It's not so much being stranded in the rain,
or smashed belly to belly with a whole train of friends,
nor even the kids, O the kids! jumping up and down -
What annoys me most is being over-fed,
so full that I could burst at any moment!
And the squeak squeak squeak as I am shoved along,
You'd think that someone would take the time,
lube me up really well, so well I only whisper.
And it does me no good to make many friends:
Some I don't see again for weeks or months,
although I recognize some of their squeaks,
even if I cannot see where they are.
It is only at night, stranded inside or out,
when a peace and calm comes over all of us.
We become stillness, hushed whispers singing
rocking us gently in the cool night wind.

Reviews

[Chris G. Vaillancourt]

Oh I love this treasure of a verse...Just beautiful!

[Kailor Mason]

That was fantastic! I'll never look at a shopping cart the same way again; I'm just glad it didn't have a broken wheel. :)

[~*Moody Thursday*~]

This was amazing! I love it ^_^ It's funny how something so great can come out of a simple topic :-)