03-04-2016, 04:55 AM
It’s beautiful outside;
mild for March.
I’m in pajamas, sipping coffee
and watching
snowflakes the size of dinner-plate doilies
fall slower than gravity ought to allow,
and watching
my little white beagle
endeavour
to catch them all.
He’s been at it since dawn.
Should I be calling him in?
or is he calling me out?
mild for March.
I’m in pajamas, sipping coffee
and watching
snowflakes the size of dinner-plate doilies
fall slower than gravity ought to allow,
and watching
my little white beagle
endeavour
to catch them all.
He’s been at it since dawn.
Should I be calling him in?
or is he calling me out?