Ashe by JAH

Ashe by JAH

This morning my Feist (Dog) waking me by 
Play biting my nose with his warm, shy cry. 
Poor you, time to go, dependent, waylaid. 
Getting up I knew it was warm outside. 
Letting  him out the backdoor I saw gods: 
Gray deer busy munching winter corn cobs. 
Ashe chased them, a white, demon bullet fired 
By an honorary Colt 45. 

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