Magic Adventures

The bus arrived,a cosmic singularity
yellow in color,short in stature
to little Jane,a big adventure
She sat in the front
behind the driver
who looked like an owl,one eye,wiser.
Surrounded,oddities sat
some perched like pigeons
others,just quacked.
The red one was Bob
a mighty spatter
with each word he spoke,
covered in spittle.
she liked Bob,just a little.
Behind Bob sat,Claire
covered in green hair
stuck to the window in fear.
All around her,quirky characters
watched and waited to talk
She wondered silently
if she was an oddity
like them.
Deep inside she liked the idea
her special friends,inside
when she needed,
she could close her eyes,
step upon the bus.
© Copyright 2008 Daniel Dale Herring