Bones

What is that?
Ice
Or something slippery
Chickens peck and
It turns to ashes
Where oh where
Has my little dog gone
Groping in the dark
A sunrise
Suddenly graces
My everything
What was I thinking?
To believe
I was only me
Slinging my bag
Across my shoulders
I head
Into the mountains

 

 
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