The night was cold coming in, windows down for dogs and a girl that told me her hands wanted to be cold. I had the heater and too tired to argue. My little girl even with parents brains shouting roll it up waved her hands happy in the wind. Winter fur gusted brown and white, two dogs snouts sniffing streets of night. None were ready when my child called to go back home but she froze near to bone. Windows sealed up tight, heaters and dogs hot searched ourselves home. At the end even the girl decided it was early to stay home, just a few more hills were wanting.
A quick prose poem in my scarecrow speaks format. Small Epiphanies found on the road,
A quick prose poem in my scarecrow speaks format. Small Epiphanies found on the road,
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