Saturday, November 20, 2010

Poems from my walk

Hurried paws
Unhurried pause
Snuffle snuffle
Quite a kerfuffel
What the hell
Do my dogs smell?


Autumn Forensics

In the dying light a skittery scratchy sound
As dry leaves, swirling twirling curling
reveal the wind's fingerprints on the ground

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