A twitch of her tail
She slews down the road
The roaring exhaust
Destination unknown.

A shape in the distance
A shivering sodden pile of clothes
At the end of a rainbow
A stranger, full of stories untold.

The rainbow distilled from the first rays of the sun
rests quivering, perched precariously on the top of his thumb.
Held out, not by strength nor by rigor, all purple and numb.
But held high out of hope, on his way home to his mum.