The little blue bug, with its Charlie Chaplin eyebrows,
sputters playfully through the city street.
He seems happy and content to carry his cargo.
He's not bothered by the bits of rust creeping in at his seems
but fweems gleefully with each kind touch and meaningful observation.
He is quite aware of the playful jabs that are exchanged in his presence.
But that is his gift - the gift of laughter, smiles... amusement.
