Little boy, I called Bert.

I was walking along... just on my way home when i met a little boy in a yellow kiddy t-shirt.
He skips by me in his fruit basket slippers in a jaunty manner that left me smiling in his wake.
As i struggled behind him, heavily weighted down by my laptop, i watch as he moves like Hermes in flight.
My black heels doing too little as they hit the cement with ugly thuds, thuds, thuds.
His criss-crossing of the shelter pillar like an individual waltz...
This little boy in a yellow kiddy t-shirt, I called Bert.