An
inscrutable buzz envelopes the mist
as
planes descend and leave this city
It's
almost the last week of December
People
talk in loud shrilly voices
Another
new year approaching
Another
reason to be happy
I savor
the warmth of the sun on my scruff
And I
think about those winters
When we
stood in huddles
warming
up the air with our banter
Forgetting,
it's almost the end of another year
But
that was then, now
maybe
you too are tuned into the buzz
of
planes against a misty sky
Listening
to loud shrilly voices
of hope
taking flight
Maybe
this new year could
just be
the reason to be happy
Who
knows.
