Nature has her way of reminding us of our origins, don’t you think?
Remember the burn of snow?
Mornings clad in ice?
Now sweat journeys down my back
In search of coolness.
Having lost my fur,
Skin feels sticky to the touch
It pools, where my tail once was!
Playing with the Spanish Seguidilla form. It’s seemed fitting in this Norfolk, UK heatwave. 🙂