Ankyra Sound five twenty six, nineteen ninety.

it's a lean thing
that parts from shadows
pelt the color of clay,
streaks of ochre.
copper and turquoise,
poised and ready to go.

that's a nice mix.

oh. no one.
i saw a girl earlier,
thought maybe she was still around.

but it's clear its just them
and the tall, tall trees.
he flicks an ear,
gives a thin smile,
and rests his paw upon his stomach.