From the days when we had free-roam ferrets overnight:
 
Like petals on eyelids
Your kiss on my face
How gently ferrets wake me.
 
An image of Sierra (very light silver) caught up in a game she takes VERY
seriously:
 
Spring's wild storms lashing
Like brilliant lightning flashing
Teasing feather caught!
 
Life with ferrets:
 
A rustle of leaves,
Autumn's dry forest harvest.
No, just crinkle sack!
 
Debra in Fort Worth
[Posted in FML issue 3751]