Hunting In Packs by Linda Imbler

During winter

darkness hides Heaven.

Once-white clouds

spread like a thick duvet.

The empty park,

seen from my window,

the sky above

as gray as river stones worn smooth.

From out of the gloom,

the dogs came,

with matted fur, 

coiled tight as dangerous serpents.

Canines, full of pep and bark,

paws worn down,

flat as a wooden floor.

Ears perked,

eyes still shining,

heads moving side to side.

Each one heard

their master’s call

on that dreary day.

They’re working to find

their way back

to what they

loved most.

Each dog dreams

of its own home,

even while in a pack.

The whole keeping their swift pace, 

as each hunts for that special place.

Linda Imbler has six published poetry collections and one hybrid ebook of short fiction and poetry. She is a Kansas-based Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee. More information can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com