Hey Michael Kline a poem about your wheel- she misses you!

Winter wanes as a lone wheel stands in a white room
Quietly and silently waiting-
While the owner frets away the hours
Hammer and nails the tools of choice
Waiting the lone wheel sighs
Gazing softly through the window at the nights sky
Waiting for the man to come back to caress and whisper in the night
Soon he calls
Promises she moans
As she waits