A Chilly Spring Day
Wind bites sharply at my left cheek.
My hand falls on Brody's velvet head.
He looks up in adoration,
a hint of wag in his tail.
River hums a melody.
Sopranos sing so soothingly
in trickles and gurgles
while altos roar in the distance.
Sun sparkles dance on river ripples and
the wild goose prepares her nest.
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