Gang of Strays

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!’

During raw walks with my backwoods dog; Life acquires new perspective and all that had surrounded it, seems irrelevant and needy.


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