Friday, January 19, 2024

The walk of the sidewalk, the trapeze of te winter squirrel, the squeak-would-screech of the shimmer-sheen black crow, our cod marking defiantly in the snow!

 Damned that blasted blissed snow anyway! I’ll pee on it

I’ll business as usual perform, the snow balls collect, form

Sticking to my fur, my paws scamper in it as I am still the

King of these two cul-de-sacs says our dog, that red fox

Better of me beware, no lingering or trespassing here

Says of small white mixed breeds 20 Snow White dog!

And bemused be we, me and my wife as we walk now

On mostly snow plowed sides of walks here so for now

No threat of ice, but surely it will soon comes as our













Delicate salmon wild as it may be swimming through

The sky above, exiting to the right in quite the flash

With moments of fanfare but hardly a splash, like

That splendid Olympic. Lean straight dive, the glory

In the air so fleeting not to blink or lose it all, then 

Hardly a dent in sky baby blue waters leaving nary

A trace of such splendid wonderful natural grace!

So now sip bot me and my wife some truly splendid

Norther Rhône viognier from the town of Condrieu




No time like now our present to enjoy together such

Wonderful, magical, fragrance and fine taste without

Worry, bother, disturbance, upset, just simple grace.




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