The Collie She'D Heard Of
Alone in the forest
at the mercy of sound
no lean-to for shelter, nor
bed of leaves on the ground
wind cracks through the brambles
rain’s icy fingers reach in
to magnify doubts and concerns
of faraway kith, distant kin
when of a sudden the collie
she’d heard of appeared
nuzzled up to her and
with that ~ disappeared
October 03, 2022
Entry in 'A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest'
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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