Stories in books

Told me of a mysterious

Red sun

A powerful, omnious sun

One that couldn’t exist

In real life

But

There it was

In California

As we started our morning walk

She, with her four paws,

Nose pinned to the ground

Searching for bunnies

While I stared up

At that powerful red sun

Wondering if this is what life is

A warning sign that came too late

The smell of humanity

Burning, even from fifty miles away

The Red Sun

The Blueless Sky

The Ashy Fog

We woke up to

Every day for a week

it greeted us like an old friend

Asking why we hide

From it? No

Not from you

From each other