Gotcha!

There is a dry, withered flower,

On the dashboard of my car

Last night I opened the window

And it flew out.

I braked, and ran out like a madman after it,

It danced and laughed in the wind

But I got it and brought it back

Smiling at it "gotcha!"

I saw a little boy staring at me

from the roadside

I must have seemed fascinating to him

Or plain insane.