Of Mad Dogs

The walker prevails without his brimmed hat, skirting whirling dervish of hungry gnats which seek to explore each orifice bare - to sample the blood from here and from there, as discerning vintner sups from each vat. Tackling a gradient sure to task fat the rambler struggles, with scowl for farm cat which extended stretch and yawn smugly shares. The walker prevails. Somehow, surroundings seem terribly flat - land less a life-force than foot-worn doormat. Even the birds have no energy spare; in the heat of this day, fox ignores hare. Yet, like strong tail-ender last in to bat, the walker prevails.