My Yellow Friend

My friends being bullied again but I'll just wait till its safe to play again.

Through glass I gaze
At blissful sun escaping,
A rainy shield of ghastly dark

But as joy is mostly momentary;
And the turning tumult bully
A fantasy urging till,

The unyielding darkness
Steals my lunch money
And shoves with a grunt

My good yellow buddy
Across the sky and tucks him away.
In a murky locker…complete with chain and Bar.

I can see him pounding at the door,
But the bully thunders and alights
And finally with muffled thud,

And a little sniffle. My yellow friend
Retreats, and awaits for fair weather
To make his great escape.

And I will sit inside and wish for
Him, till it is safe to play again.