felt too bold along my way.
Then came the light, the long delay,
and fate pulled up to make me pay.
We froze like statues made of clay,
no blink, no breath, no words to say.
His look said more than I could spy:
“Flip me off? You sure, my guy?”
I faced the road, whimpered some too,
and promised I would never stray
from keeping my hands at ten and two
with bigger dogs in the fray.
