Coming and Going
26th December 2009
| Sometimes I walk when the ground has turned white And I can’t quite decide which way should be right. With the wind at my tail I do like to run, And head all the way back, the way I’ve just come. The other option’s to pounce with all my fur flowing, Leaving the deep prints to say where I’m going. But sometimes I stand with the snow at my paws, Shut my eyes tight and just hope for some more. |
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