Early morning fog

We’re looking after our son’s dog while he’s in Tunisia taking part in the Tuareg Rally (he makes a brief and rather entertaining appearance during this clip).

So these days I rise earlier than usual to take Bess for a walk across Palace Fields. One morning we saw the sun rise, another morning a young swan flew noisily overhead. This morning we plunged into thick fog. Taking a cue from Dave Bonta, a  poet whose work I greatly admire, I wrote about it in 3verse form.

Seven posts ahead
the fence I’m following
fades into whiteness

Black, out of the fog
the dog trots back
red collar, red ball

Above, unseen
a raven speaks
another answers