Grace

He stomps a leg, feeling

The wind

It’s all coming off, it’s

Leaving again

Itchy, scratchy, pulling

And tug

Finding a post, rubbing

The rump

Dangling, puffy, dangling

Some more

How much can a

Body endure?

Finally, relief, it begins

To undo

And gently releases to

Curry’s pull

But, some linger – there

You know

The place; deep recess where

Hair shouldn’t

Grow…

Clippers it is! Total release!

Winter over

Shedding takes grace

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