Five Firey Days, Then Oreo

 Five Fiery Days, Then Oreo

Snow again.  Still small, scattered.

Still January bright.  Each day,

a white day while our West blazes.

Yesterday there was a marvelous

TV reunion of a man and his dog.

Everyone joined in his joy; we all

phoned friends to share the news

that little Oreo, the Pomeranian,

was alive, back with her owner

who hugged his fluffy pet to his neck,

danced, cried out, “O, Thank God!

O, Thank You Jesus! O, Little One!”

And we in the snow, in the 15 degrees,

put on our cleats and went out, 

brushing the flakes from our coats,

wondering gratefully 

at our white, 

white world.

-Sef, 1/5/2025