Skidding Halt

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Skidding to a halt the bike

knew was coming, and did

not deign to share, the knowledge,

We learned, precognition has a price.

Doubt not least of these.

I scraped my knees, my toes

Stained the street like a rose

That only just began to bud.

All it took was a little blood,

and a slice of Pride, to sate

It’s jealousy and hate, for a boy,

Enjoying his toy.

I assumed a devil wanted me

To bleed, you see, because

I sure wasn’t blaming Santa Claus!