You have survived January nights at 30 below

dodged trucks careening down back alleys

sensed bogus treats of antifreeze

eluded budding psychos who would duct tape your legs together

and leave you on the railway tracks.

Your coat is ginger clotted hairballs

raised bloody scars criss-cross your broad skull with its ragged ears.

Your ribs show and your belly is slack so you accept the food

warily at first, then gulp it down


to look behind you.

Then you are off to familiar haunts of alleys and derelict buildings

rife with predators

stronger and bigger than you.

But your claws are still sharp, teeth like needles and legs supple to carry

you away from danger.

And you will live to fight another day.



pour toujours

Mountains evoke a sense of strength, solidity, immutability and permanence. Being from the prairies, I tend to prefer an uncluttered horizon but mountains continue to attract and fascinate me.

Our Canadian Rockies are miniature compared to the Himalayas or even the Andes but they are beautiful nonetheless. Mount Robson at 3954 m is the highest mountain in the Canadian Rockies.

Hope, B.C.