the bitches

the bitches
the bitches
with whom i had
the pleasure of spending
a good part of the morning
took me on a tour
of their favorite places
the sniffing around the piles
of old rail-way ties places
and the skidding on ice
and that magic sound
that crusted-over-snow makes
and in return,
unintentionally
i led them to a frozen
still -born calf
left in the woods
to feed coyotes
quite the party
and on the way back
the sun came out
with crystal snow
into blue sky

thanks for asking

you?