No matter the season, there she sits on her throne above the busy road.
I really wish she could talk because I have so many questions for her.
What does she do up there all day to keep from getting bored?
And I wonder if she counts the cars that pass. And more importantly, I wonder if anyone even knows that she is there (besides me of course).
Why doesn’t she come down and take a bath in the river; it’s so close to where she is perched.
Does she appreciate my occasional visits, and does she worry when I haven’t been around for a while?
Yes, I have a lot of unanswered questions. I wonder what is her name… I think I will call her Sally. After all, we have had this relationship for almost four years now. It would be rude of me to not ask her name.