Small Stone { 22 }
Sunday, January 22, 2012
22
His old bones prance to life
as the door opens to cold.
His twisting body
presses into the snow,
rolling over, his nose burrows deep.
After chomping at the snow
he settles into his spot and rests.
His old bones prance to life
as the door opens to cold.
His twisting body
presses into the snow,
rolling over, his nose burrows deep.
After chomping at the snow
he settles into his spot and rests.
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1 comments:
Doggone good.
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