Frozen cotton-balls dancing a high-wire act.
Embracing the winds with a buoyant tact.
A novice would start mid sentence or with bleak inquiry…
‘How did I get here?’
A well-trained friend would have run out in-spite inclement weather…drawing near.
Above all else I am now…
reticent to my friends needs.
365 days of good luck and manageable health.
I disregard…humid mud and stinging sleet.
We are… house trained and tend to the inclusive side of the tracks.
Elite gang members.
A pack whose motto calls nature’s bluff,
‘No need to look for trouble.
Trouble will find us soon enough!’