Wild Woman Goes Out

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Wild Woman ventures out at night.

It's getting kind of scary.

Is the world really ready

for an out-at-night Sherry?

She teeters on hilly edges,

others clutching at her cape,

to keep her from falling over

as she stands with mouth agape.

"Look at all the pretty stars!"

as she slides down the cliff,

pretends she meant to go that way,

it's really fun. As if.

There's a sign on the balcony

but she's too blind to see.

The folks below just catch Wild Woman

finally flying free.

A Ms. Magoo kinda heart,

in a  world benign and funny,

Wild Woman cannot see the grey.

She keeps her blue skies sunny. 

Now she's out in the orchard

dancing - skip skip skip -

there's many a sorry stumble twixt

the high-step and the flip.

Follow fools into the meadow.

Let's all hoot at the owl,

dance with the chickens,

both fair-weather and fowl.

Smiling grimly 'top the steering wheel

and blinded by the light:

"Officer, I'm not impaired,

I just can't see at night."

Wild Woman rarely drives at night,

because she knows she's blind.

Thank God the policeman

was Canadian, and kind.

Each little touch of pixie dust

gets followed by an "ouch!"

I think it's safer keeping

Wild Woman on the couch.

A smile from 2014, shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United. It's true, last time I drove at night, a policeman followed me home to ensure I wasn't impaired. As I had a back seat full of bottles for the bottle depot, and my eyes were red from an eye infection, he may well have been suspicious. Thankfully, I managed to speak somewhat coherently and avoided a ticket. LOL.