Blessed Passenger

Not exactly debonair,
suspended in air
This handsome fella followed me
For miles down the road.
His grip never faltered
over bumps, in the heat
Wind whipping at his feet
Doing his playful dance
Driving was difficult
Cause I was in a trance
Amazed at his acrobatic skill
Then, he adopted his prayerful
position, and I thought, was I
being visited by the spirit
Of my father? I took it
as a blessing but feared for
His life, in the heat, his color had changed
So I careful transported him
and I hope he lives on
To bless the next traveler
Who needs him.

Awww this is beautiful!
Their ability to hold on amazes me.
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So beautiful pic. Travel with.
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Thanks, he was so strong!
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It’s, trave with your 🚗. You too strong.
Thank you, Kim!
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What a blessed poem!
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Thank you!
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❤
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