Cold Flight

(Anacreontic Verse) 11/6/2015 Cold Flight Cold flight! What ice finds fierce fire between paws of mine crunching through rough snow and slush slip mush mist up from face and tail underfoot. Careful pines step aside of our hunt tonight sky lighted by lightning finding prey very frightened of Life’s biological cycle, like the eye of a rifle eying my demise behind traitor pines.