I sat in my perch lording over my domain, the snow-kissed streets lay before me.
Too early to be tainted by man nor beast. A perfect moment held to
myself as warm as the cup in my hands. This would be a brief respite.
There was an untamed beast in the room that had to yet be sated.
It was hungry and demanding. It had been reasonably well behaved
all week. Satisfied with short visits during the week, an hour here, a
half hour there. The weekend had arrived and it’s drum beat could
not be ignored. It needed words. It demanded. It insisted. I
descended from my perch and sat before the keyboard, ready to
atone for my misdeeds.
The was written in respose to The Daily Post.