dogtrax

Cacophony, like a symphony of shouts; Ravens on tree tops

Steeped, under water, where the slow release of tea signals some relief

Folded edges crease out shadows of memory, beyond even the repair of Scotch, the tape recording the photographs

She's all cuddled up where the bed meets the heater; a cold dog, at rest

for Algot

Fingers, fiddling with brass buttons, breaking thread on the coat instead

Crystalline ice paints the car window like shattered thought; frozen moment

Music plays quiet chord - sharp sounds

for #ds106 — a sestetle

Winter Moon's nightlight, plugged into the live socket of a galaxy

One child's red mitten abandoned on an oak branch, in the forest's heart

Riding bitter winds, the hawk eyes the surrounding, then dives for dinner