by John J. Bonk
Wendell just waited.
He constantly waited.
He waited for winter to melt into spring,
for grass to grow,
for birds to sing.
They sang, they flew.
Then Wendell sat waiting for winter anew.
Wendell still waited.
He ate from his plate, gaining weight as he waited.
He waited for someone to hand him a prize,
to scratch his back,
to bake his pies.
No big surprise.
But Wendell kept waiting with wonder and whys.
What would best solve Wendell's main problem?
being more careful when winter comes
learning to appreciate the present time
having spring arrive sooner than expected
receiving a prize from someone