Riding my yellow Cannondale mountain bike through the June midday sun.
Enjoying the smell of the early summer heat.
Observing the green of the Giant maples lining the streets.
Pausing here and there to unmask my Fujifilm.
Capturing time in a snapshot or two.
Wandering into a cool, grassy shade.
Searching for the perfect Polaroid.
Catching my breath when suddenly I see in my mind,

a black and white photo in a frame on a wall.
It’s the shot I need to take and I am staring at its subject…
A small dilapidated radio on the remains of a tree stump.
Racking my brain I shift to find the angle of the
picture from my imagination.
Bingo! I’ve got it…this is the one.
I focus my camera and prepare to press down
when I feel something slimy caressing my arm.
I look down to see a large, wet, white SPLAT!
From a branch up above snipers cackle at my cry
for I have become the day’s bird poop bulls eye!