5:10am Saturday
14 degrees.
No wind.
Dark cloudy moonless sky.
Yesterday’s snow, squeaky underfoot,
sparkles in the house lights.
Taut on leads, dogs stand alert,
erect, tails up, breath pushing clouds,
looking back at me,
wanting to run reckless into the night.
MS 2/2/19
Copyright © Mark Sullivan | Year Posted 2020
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