Away on a bike

AWAY ON A BIKE
Inspired by the cult movie

It was a hot summer's day and the sunlight danced on the warm grey road
in a speckled quickstep through the leaves of the whispering trees.
Twitching its tiny nose, sniffing and listening, a mouse called Berty
cautiously waited to cross the vast expanse of tarmac and
clippings.
It's a bugger of a road this one, Berty thought, looking up the slight
incline of the road to where it bent off to the right. Me best mate
Morris copped for it on this road, he mused, becoming a little nervous
remembering how Morris, a little too drunk on Elderberry wine, had
decided that he'd had enough of being scarred of the cars and the
trucks and was going to stand up to them for a change. Berty had tried
to stop him, to reason with him, but Morris was a stubborn mouse. Get
to fuck, Morris had said, and punched him with a clenched paw. So Berty
had to stand there helpless, his pink nose bleeding, as Morris stood in
the middle of the road waiting to attack to the next vehicle to come
along. Then, as lights flashed around the dangerous corner, Morris
shouted: FUCKING CUNT CARS! As the blue Nissan rounded the bend and
flattened Morris utterly and completely, most of him sticking to the
tyres.
Berty shuddered, turned and looked the other way down the road. This
strip of road was longer before it turned off to the left, and it was
down hill slightly, allowing a better view of the on coming killing
machines, but still not long enough to avoid going into mouse heaven as
flat as a trything
with each other

sharing water in the purest sense
all water
every drop
the silence of the water
lisning to the surface as it breathes
breathing with it
because of it
no better reason

as I find myself removed
returning to reality
I feel new and clean
mentaly refreshed

and in my wake all my worries fade
as I find protection
my destiny
all as a purity of the wake
My protection with you
and myself