The Colonel and Me
We meet each day at the noon time hour,
the Colonel and me;
a mystery to each other, but a constant reminder
that days go by in a blur.
He faces South and I face North,
hidden only by our windshields,
elusive to each other,
'Thou we must both have the same schedule
in order to see each other as we do.
Is he really a Colonel
from some raging war of the past?
Or does his family call him Colonel
as an endearment of respect?
I will probably never know,
as he wonders the same about me,
the lady who reads and feeds the squirrels.
Some mysteries are a source of comfort,
and I enjoy this silent, ongoing relationship
between the Colonel and me.