Waiting for My Car

I think in little bites
'Though I want a whole meal.
In order to scale heights,
I find one step that's real.

I will often set off
With hardly any plan.
Give myself rope enough
To wander where I can.

Being willing to start
Has lead me many places.
Adventure, part by part,
Builds in trail of my paces.

I wrote above one line
Not knowing what was next.
Perhaps it's not so fine,
But now I have this text.

Nightcrawler

Nightcrawler, nightcrawler, crawl away home,
For the early bird has begun to roam.
If he finds you out still crawling his beat,
He will consider you his breakfast treat.

It is time to return to your dark bed,
To chew on the debris you were fed.
Let it pass through as your innards will toil
To take what you need and improve my soil.

You help to break down much of nature's waste,
Part of the cycle of life interlaced.
A simple task you efficiently do --
Priceless service and you go fishing too.