Thursday, December 8, 2022 Visitation on a Snowy Day

He called me from across the back yard
As I stood staring up into the snow-laden sky
Snow everywhere from secret vaults
Spilling, shaking, falling, spinning.

But as I said, he called me,
Not so much called, as barked
And jolted me out of my snowy reverie.

The little trespasser gave his challenge…
I answered with a friendly hello.
Hello! said I, and went to shake his hand.
Never! said he (Bark! Bark! Bark!)
And ran across the street
Where he turned to face me, boldly
Before disappearing into the falling snow.

I hope he comes again.

I’ll probably send this post into the snowy mist in the morning.