{"sf1_id":254261,"sf2_id":"Oe5gqlMn","title":"The Ride(poem)","author":"dirk82","words":41,"posted_at":"2011-05-30T04:01:00.000Z","tags":["Dirk","Male","Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/254261-the-ride-poem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Oe5gqlMn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ab/3b/ab3b9cb3-9201-43fe-acae-0b881a39c724","description":"","content":"I feel the wind.\n\nRush past my ears,\n\ninto my nose.\n\nThough my fur.\n\nEverything moving,\n\nso fast, so quick, so fleeting.\n\nIntoxicating moments of time.\n\nOften cut shorter than I would\u0026nbsp;like,\n\nThe drive is done, my master and I, home.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}