In these dark days only
electric shadows are patterning
walls and wet streets.
The dog and her collar lit up
walk through dripping branches,
slushy grass and there is suddenly
another dog enthusiastically
eyed up by mine charging
forward crouching to invite play.
They sniff turn decide to ignore
each other. I take my hand
out of a snug pocket to pet her but
she impatiently runs on towards
the shadow of a squirrel.
Project 10 is a little experiment.
The number 10 plays a special role in my life. Every month on the 10th day I will start a poem and take a photo (or find another image), which will be posted when ready.