Friday, December 8, 2023

On pelts we nestle, weary from the road we rode

Piqued to peek at a peak, you
pray as prey for peace given by the piece
to be made whole by its passage through the hole;
bared but not bare as, fuzzy like a bear,
you look as a ewe took upon the yew
complimenting our complement of blankets.


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