WinterSavannah

Suddenly, I am struck!
Struck like lightening I tell you!
Struck, hit, bamboozled, caught off guard!
A small, furry, brown, fast outline,
of what appears to be a forest creature,
falls out of the maple tree,
knocking me into electricity.
Literally, electricity!
Body, sweat.
Internal organs, cooking.
The creature reveals itself.
A brown cub!
But where...
is mama bear?
Is she looking?
I have no time to think.
I was struck! STRUCK I tell ya!
Now, I see brilliant-yellow stars dangling from the sky
The sky? Is black. No. Blue.
Ahhhh! Can not decide.
Can.
Not.
Decide.
I awaken, next to a gorgeous man.
Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.
Heaven?
Angels?
Electricity, states a voice from above.
Voltage, shock, intensity.
But how?
Where is the cub?
I scream.
I scream!
What cub? Pronounces a voice.
Miss, miss sweet orange Georgia peach!
The angel man announces.
You slipped on the leaves!
The leaves I tell ya!
Snap!
back into reality,
i was.
Next, POW!
ZAP!
SIZZLE!
Lightning,
fried like fish,
like a Caribbean fish, in a dish!
Don't you worry,
although your vision is blurry,
you're perfectly fine.
Fine.
Like a rhyme.
Like a sign.
Like a line?
Please, please,
please,
be MINE?!?
My my my,
will you be my valentine?
was the only thing on my mind.
Only if,
and if only,
if only,
the cold, orange, wet leaves,
stay on the trees
if only if only,
the buzz still comes from the bees,
because honey always makes you sneeze,
if only, if only,
the war is done.
done.
done.
done.
only if you say i do,
do i look like the only one,
for you?
Do I?
I DO!
I DO!
I DO!
in the cold, orange leaves.

Boom!
Soggy, wet, brown,
diapers.
Warm, white, wet,
milk.
Late nights, staying up
have no energy,
in my cup.
Life changes,
rearranges.
Stages.
Ages.
Toddler chases.

To be continued.