"Mr. GRUMPY" Mr. Grumpy, sleeps a peaceful sleep rubbing his tootsies. In a white warm blanket. Turning over as if to ignore me. Mr. Grumpy sitting on a park bench. "Why is he so grumpy", some kid says walking down the street. "It's ok Honey", seeing the old woman in the wheelchair, making it by on the other side of the concrete. The Sun, warming my face outside, I am reminded that I am never alone, The violin protecting the house, never saw what was coming when the ducks waddled up and the homeless man laying on the ground, got taken to the hospital.