Gird your loins, lads:
it’s time to pill the cat.

The October afternoon cooled and darkened
horses stirred restlessly in the paddock
worried about a storm moving over the bleak hills

Charlie, take three of the lads
and come in from the north
and may God bless you all;
I’ll bring the four MacKenzies
in from the top of the rise,
and  we’ll surround her
before the moon rises.

Cautiously we rode, hoping . . .

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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