Fuzzy blue slippers shuffle on
an uneven sidewalk in another
much-too-early morning hour outing.
The four-legged hairy sniff monster snuffles
his nose in the grass as
Orion’s left foot winks at me.
As small as it seems there hanging in the sky,
it swallows me whole as
I’m lost in the visible vapor of my own breath.
The pictures your words paint in my imagination ... :) amazing!
Thank you for commenting and making me smile from here to the furthest corner of my heart! :)
Thanks Eva. Må ni vara lyckliga min vän.
The simple act of walking the dog is transformed into a grand and mysterious adventure. Loved it!
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