Dawn is yet to color the sky, nor even a hint of twilight yet shows. The grass crackles crisply under my feet... Frost is hard upon the ground, and early hints of winter's chill sting tease at my nostrils.
Moans and grunts and sighs... eight paws flail frantically in the still morning air. Suka and Dakota roll in orgiastic delight, back-scratching on the frosted lawn. The distant city glow, dimly cloud-reflected, reveals flashes of teeth and gleams of eye, but their ecstatic wriggling is defined more by hint and occlusion than by sight.
My morning is complete.
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5 comments:
these beings do remind us to enjoy the moment don't they?
They do, indeed.
Pretty work, bro. :)
Thanks. :-)
You painted a beautiful, very descriptive picture with your paintbrush words, my friend.
Thanks for sharing that with us.
~Lisa
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