You thought my obsession with red scarves were ridiculous
And no matter how many times I begged
You wouldn't wear it
From it doesn't match my outfit to i don't want to ruin it
When clearly I had many red scarves
So it may have been special
Just like my jacket I lost in eighth grade
But the scarf would be beautiful on you
Resting on around your neck peacefully
The icy wind stirring the ends into a frenzy
Though the bright red would stand out
Against the cold gray sky
The goats would notice the familiar strip of material
And come running over to us
Gathering as many plants as we could hold
We fed them as much as we could
Before noticing the neighbourhood cats
The friendly brown tabby I named Cake dashing through the yard
This our winter together
Staying up late at night
Feeding the goats
Playing with the cats
Going to the fifties diner that served thick grilled cheese
Throwing leaves into the sky and watching the wind carry them away
The owls calling when midnight rolls around
Stargazing in the backyard while Dixie tries to play with us
Running in the snow and falling into a hole Dixie dug
With snow up to my waist because that darn dog digs deep
You having to pull me out with a twisted ankle
We just spend minutes laughing and crying
Small snowflakes kissing our numb noses
Yet you still won't wear my red scarf