The last seat was reserved And the micro moved. She was close by me, Funning with earphone. I asked to share fun, But Her melody wasn't of my type. Though I am funning, With my sluggish way She asked for rest, In my lap. I started disturbing, by poking her nose. I wanted to awaken her. And she replied me by her sharp pinch. It didn't crick me, Instead, it cheered me. The hilly craggy road, Made the micro bubbled And the passenger too. I was befuddled To hold myself or her? I visualized her illness And clinched her, Throughout the journey. The journey ended, with a sound smile And a healthy bye.