Walking on a winter’s trail
A cold and starry night it was -
Snug inside my fur-lined gloves
Fingers wrapped in cozy fuzz –
Winter boots around my feet
Woolen socks seemed just the thing –
With scarf tucked in, I felt complete,
Then I heard my cell phone ring.
Who dare intrude on such a walk
and break the stillness of the night –
Who feels compelled to have me talk
I’m sorry, but this isn’t right.
Between my teeth I bite my glove
and slip my hand from where its warm
A senior's somehow wandered off
a searching party has been formed
describing me as old and gray
said to search both far and near,
I calmly tuck my phone away -
enjoying quiet while its here.
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