Both look back at me.
I should chastise their play.
Bleaching their coats.
With a turn of my head…
The unruly pack.
Wishes for me to go…
Where they dare to go.
Forever, blind to the fact that…
I am only human.
Of a certain age…
Yet, a rodent, toy-like,
And, provides itself as a, beefy benefactor.
Braver women than I.
Have taken on the guidance…
The taming of four-legged misfits that, like myself.
Lack background or pedigree.
alone with my two friends.
a typical thought…
‘What is it that these friends see…
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.