February 2008

Steady, Pt. 1

This is mine.

Ears open,

Head cocked sideways like a farm dog listening.

Shoes in the fresh fallen snow can hide

The noises of raccoons in their dens.

We can’t afford to have one less pelt this winter.

One less pelt to smother our children.

Sweating and covered in fur next to the panting fire,

The dog sleeps.