Blue-roan smudged cloud joins the black one,
panting to keep up
in the corn-eared field.
They bob and weave through brittle sticks,
stumble over excited, clumsy paws
towards the pond.
Feathered legs disturb dozing frogs,
tongues slap against the surface;
amongst daddy-long-legs and dragonflies,
blue-roan smudge pulls the other’s ear.
Playful thunder stirs in the black cloud’s chest,
they splash and shake
showering the dry bank in cloudburst.
The whistle calls them back.
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