She walks through the garden
it's all covered in snow
she'd walk with purpose
if she knew where to go.
icy brick and stone
lands on his back
a fear flashes - will he die alone?
cluster by the bench
feeding on bread and seed
from an old lady with an old stench.
speed along the street
no one stops to help the man
as he makes it back on his feet.
yellow, red or green
everyone moves in every direction
a very chaotic scene.
pink gloves upon her hands.
Across the way she sees him there
and the puddle of slush in which he stands.
and straighten and preen
she waves a little to this stranger
his smile the brightest she'd ever seen.
not from cold
but from her forwardness
and finally acting bold.
she giggled at the fuss.
He should have looked the other way
to avoid the speeding bus.
drowned out her anguished cry
All the ruckus did induce
the chickadee and pigeon to fly.
alone, as he had feared
but near the wings of an angel
who had suddenly disappeared.
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