Friday, February 24, 2012

O’ Fido, You Play Your Part Indeed

Meandering through the pre-noon gray leafless wood of the Mid-Mitt realm
Josh and I found the big black corpse of a canine beauty lying conspicuously within the snow and ashen forest just yards beyond the St. Louis memorial shooting range

Staring down at what could and must have been a soul’s companion
a sudden burst of Moirai curiosity upsurged within my mind
for certainly all deaths no matter the significance are but twinkles in the pallid eyes
of She Three Sisters who craft the fabric of beast and incorporeal destiny 


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