The Wolves of Winter Howl
The wolves of winter howl
In the crowded aisles
carriage wheels rattling
stealthily shadow their prey
seize the moment of distraction
chips, dip, the scent of smoked jerky
a sampler of “fine” wines
with a side of crusted cheese.
The weather report echoes in the background
single digit temperatures
gale force winds
two feet of drifting snow
stay home, stay inside, stay warm
In a cold shed
the snow blower chuckles
as the shovels tell old jokes.
“how cold is it they ask”
“it was so cold today
I saw a chicken….with a cape on”
John G. Lawless
©1/28/2022
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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