The day is hostile
cold wind slicing everything
needle rain hunted for everything

My keen eyes scan surfaces for notches
and my tiny thwarted legs spot for ridges

Seeking for a point where they could interlock

with the walls that already armadillos away down to a gate

I wish my wandering thought doesn’t drive you naught๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜†