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Squirrel in a maze
not rat in a cage
as I go my merry way.
I’m a country mouse
in the city now
and I fear I’ll lose my way.

Would ride through Umstead Park
in the cold and dark
on route that was car free
but I’ve traded up
to a house from flop,
now I’m a dry land Argonaut.

From here to where
as I scuttle there
with two wheels beneath my seat.
The ends are clear
but it’s the middle where
throw my hands up in defeat.

I twist and turn
as I try to learn
the best path to navigate
way from cubbyhole
on my bike stroll
to place where I earn my cheese.

There’s a roundabout
makes me twist and shout
in land of tennis balls.
Head west from there
to Emerald Isle fair
in land of Kilarney.

It’s a rocky path
that I must traverse
on way to my namesake.
Keithwood Lane’s
pocked with nineteen names
and thirty years of history.

I got twelve turns
that I gotta learn
in the course of just three miles.
Cork Harbor, Lake Pine,
Helmsdale and Wolverine
are some signs along my path.

One final turn
that I gotta learn
on circuitous route to work.
Final step
Black Creek Greenway, yep,
bike commuting ‘s full of quirks.

Squirrel in a maze
not rat in a cage
as I go my merry way.
I’m a country mouse
in the city now
and I’ll have to learn new ways.