November 28, 2013
Thanksgiving Morn
Horns of crescent moon
Ride high above
A cold and windy earth
Bright red glow
Across the eastern sky
Aurora paints the dawn
A Rainbow trout
Selected the horizon
For his stream
Alphas
The dogs run ahead
Realize I have their leader
On a leash
They return
Stay close to him
All but one
Grey muzzled old female
Trots off to woods
Minds her own call
Thanksgiving Morn
Horns of crescent moon
Ride high above
A cold and windy earth
Bright red glow
Across the eastern sky
Aurora paints the dawn
A Rainbow trout
Selected the horizon
For his stream
Alphas
The dogs run ahead
Realize I have their leader
On a leash
They return
Stay close to him
All but one
Grey muzzled old female
Trots off to woods
Minds her own call
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