Baby Radar

It's cute. It's a prose poem from the point of view of a toddler taking a walk with her mother in a stroller, and all the different things she sees on the way. It doesn't seem too far from what might be going through the mind of a child that old. It's pretty realistic, with commonplace things that she and her mother run into, like cats, dogs, pigeons, and the sound of a broom. Everybody's on wheels! It's fun! Everyone's shoes. Wanting to grab anything.

It's just fun. There's nothing really to it, and no real point, but it captures the feel, at least as far as an outsider can, of the mind of a young child who is walking but not yet speaking in complete sentences.