On a sleepy Saturday with snow
Slipping through the air without touching the ground,
Herry skidded down the lane
Not making a sound.
A creature different from you or I,
Herry was a hairy thing, bright sky blue.
His days were full of hurrying
Giving each task its due.
Checking off the lists he made
Every morning with zeal.
Never bothering to savor anything
Even a tasty meal.
This morning proved different
From other mornings past.
Herry skidded, slipped
And almost made one giant step his last.
For that day at least.
He lay in the lane in a jumble,
Called loudly to his neighbors
"Help, I've had a tumble!"
Herry's neighbors peeked out windows
Looking through the fallen snow.
No quite sure what to do
Because Herry they did not know.
They always saw him bustling
With never time to stop and greet.
This change in routine, this tumble
Might force someone him to meet.
One brave and tiny Tunny creaked open her door.
She peeked and saw poor Herry slumped
All across the lane.
Tunny gathered up her courage and up to Herry bumped.
"Hey, you," she said, not even knowing his name.
"You're blocking all the traffic, can you move,
Are you lame?" "Help me!" demanded Herry.
"Help you!" Tunny replied. "Why you've made your own groove."
Together they slipped and slithered and settled
In Tunny's tiny house.
Ice applied to ankle, tea applied to mouth;
While in a corner eating crumbs sat a little mouse.
"Who are you?" asked Herrry. "I have lived here all my life."
"So have I," replied Tunny. "And I've seen you
Bustling back and forth. Eyes on the lane,
Not on the neighbors, nor on the view."
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