dark sonnet – Colleen Keller Breuning

Stray Dark loner wanders as the sun goes down,Dirty asphalt beneath his weathered feet.Straying on, past the far edges of town,There is no vacation on these mean streets. Though winter is waning, bitter winds blow,He shivers behind a ramshackle shed.His fur coat matted by cold rain and snowAs visions of summer dance in his head.Continue reading “Stray”