It wavers on my back.
Unsteady in its conviction of conquest,
as am I.
Soft earth padded into a path
we follow,
my rolling strides soothe it into
calm.
It is secure in believing
it directs our journey.
It needs such kindness, this one.
It wavers on my back.
Unsteady in its conviction of conquest,
as am I.
Soft earth padded into a path
we follow,
my rolling strides soothe it into
calm.
It is secure in believing
it directs our journey.
It needs such kindness, this one.
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Wow.
That Ox is always up to something, isn’t it? But I never thought it would turn out to be the compassionate mind.
OK my socks are officially off… Waiting with bated mouse for the next one.
“The Bated Mouse” – a great title for a post! Get those socks back on… you never know what you might step in around here when the Ox is loose!