Crisp cool California morning
Dogs with twitchy whiskers unlock wild impulses, memories from long ago
Fire, hunger, pack talk, hunt
Smell of coffee breaks the trance
People partners, laughing children padding through the house
No rabbit or antelope today
Wet noses nudging
Bacon and eggs shared
Back to a big warm bed.
April 4, 2011
Wolves
Posted by The Burrow Matriarch under Poetry and Prose | Tags: children, coffee, dogs, morning, poetry, whiskers |Leave a Comment
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