Where are you off to, haring along,

Darting across my path, with your legs so strong?

As I cycle to work, through hamlet and field,

Do you dream or imagine what your life will yield?

Do you have a family? Are you out for a forage?

Nature’s equivalent of my bowl of porridge.

And then you were gone, I was alone again, on my way,

Grateful that, for those fleeting seconds, I got to say 'hey'.