I Love Big Mutts


The winds blew dry whatever morning cares…

there had been.

Thus, a hike, had been ordered with the closest of friends.

Though strife becomes toil.

And, toil becomes the strife.

A gust will pull up and,

redefine what it is to live in a spotless mind.

 

Intervals of weather without sun.

And, many a broken branch.

It is so often the two footed traveler…

Finding themselves in a lethargic stance.

 

But not so of the obstinate and obedient friend.

So willing to lend ease to silence and refrain.

These are the days…indeed!

In which steadfast companions…remain.

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