Walking the Dog

Walking in the dark

Early morning chill

Waiting for light

It’s cold

Looking at the stars

Muted in the glow

Of the city

Below

Leaves stirring softly

The puggle beside me

Hopes it’s a rabbit

Or a bear

I huddle into my jacket

Against the wind’s chill

Heading for home

Down the next hill

by Jenny Berube

Words In Motion 2014