The Parking Angel
Not by chance I have driven in to town,
necessity calls for responsive obedience.
Drivers behave worse than a circus clown
each in greater need, face a stern frown,
only to themselves holding allegiance.
Nearing the destination of the day
awareness is set a different test,
focus changing from traffics array.
Instead I search to park and stay
my method varies from the rest.
No spaces anywhere in plain sight,
help is needed and I offer a prayer
to the Parking Angel on winged flight
who seems to know where is right
and guides me to a spot newly there.
She only helps her faithful few;
respect the only payment we need
to the feathered apparition due,
whilst some at the car park entrance queue.
Quietly, thanks to her, I do concede.
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