Freezing fog
Zero visibility
There's a strangeness
to the morning
Just the walls, the wires
And the road ahead
A female Kestrel
On a telegraph pole
Notices me noticing her
Waiting to drop
On a vole.
My legs feel strong,
I'm pushed by the breeze
Old leaves rustle and fall
From ghosts of trees.
The owner of the winding road
Riding in his little truck
Lights off, window down
Tooting like a silly duck.
#CoSopoetry