November light

Quickly, grab the camera, squeeze your mud boots on sockless.

The sun dazzles in a blue patch the clouds have overlooked.

I run to where the grass glistens and she follows,

Trotting behind me,

Then she turns and sits, waiting like a Dame.

Her moment in the sun.


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