Danielle N. Calhoun

HARLEY RIDE

Along the highway at high speed,
Hair is flowing with the breeze,
Engine roars in the light of day,
Chrome that glistens in the sun’s rays.

Painted black with wolf on tank,
Howling at the moon, never will attack,
The picture so real it catches the eye,
Just me and the wolf, on this long highway ride.

Horses could not keep up with me,
On this chrome and thunder steed,
Raven black as it streaks along,
Wolf on tank just staring as I ride along.

The moon so full that it fills the sky,
I reach my destination on this ride.

I take a bag from the saddlebag,
I unwrap the stuff that’s in this bag,
A pillow to rest my weary head,
A blanket to cover me in the night,
A small flashlight to keep away the fright.

Wolf on black tank beside me –
Eyes that shine as bright as lightning.

A howl is heard but I know not from where,
Just me, the Harley, and the Wolf on the tank.