Teddybear

A block from my home, by a stop sign, a teddybear lay facedown in the street. I drove on by but returned after a few blocks. The little fella was still there, apparently unhurt. I cracked the door and hauled him into my car. He seemed a little sad but none the worse for wear. I set him on the dashboard so someone might see him and wave me down. Months passed. He no longer sits on the dash but in the copilot’s seat. Whenever I drive, I wonder about him and how he came to be in the street.