YORKIE RIDES A HARLEY
I saw a young man
upon a motorcycle today,
a sleek white beautiful Harley with
glistening chrome handle bars.
There was nothing unusual about this man,
other than he wore no protective headgear,
but that is his choice to make, not mine.
What drew me to him was the tiny compartment
on the seat behind his back,
for in this compartment,
strapped in with a red seat belt
was a tiny toy Yorkie.
She wore a pink bandanna around her little neck,
that's how I knew she was a girl;
and she seemed to be enjoying the ride,
because as the wind ruffled her tannish hair
I swear I saw her grin.