The slippery snow
cushions my fall.

My wet dog
smells
like home.

Sky,
calm above,
ripples below.

Frosted nose
in cider's steam.

Quick thaw, a hike;
gaze up,
squish.

Coy sunbeam:
teasing warmth.

Failing
fire,
blanket.

Comfort of
familiar
snore.

Unwelcome
silence.
Absence.

Thunder!
Jump,
then laugh.

I say, ...
Hachoo!
I mean, ...

Snuffles
dull
the thought of---what?

Ear wax,
eh?

One fainted,
fell;
I struggle up.

Cold nose
sniffs
past blanket's edge.

Thought stuttered,
time skipped,
but my legs steadied.

Thunder!
Shout back!

Scurrilous
squirrel, it's
my cheese.

Squatting effort;
reward:
a perfect turd.

Mosquito:
take the blood
and shut up.

nnmnmnmn .... slap!
- - - -
nnmnmnmnmnmnmn ...

---Mike O'Donnell