Oh… what a doodle bug I've been.
Just when everyone thought I was calming down
Trouble would arrive on whimsical wheels
twirling in the snow.
Summer was a favorite time to be standing
still hot in the sun. Arms lifted in fluffy whiteness
demanding golden prick eared halos for the twilight.
Bags came when the wind brought them to me even I undeserving
of the fluttering frivolity.
Standing fierce in the storm, I danced in the rain.
Only good to be taken from the memory of it.
Gone now to my forever home.

Contributed by Julian DeAmicis and Kristen Sague