Oh, how clever I thought I was
ahead of the pack 'til I found,
by looking behind,
that the tail I wore,
belonged to a fox not a hound.

Lindsay McLeod trips over the horizon every morning. He currently writes on the sandy southern edge of the world, where he watches the sea and the sky wrestle for supremacy at his letterbox. He prefers to support the underdog. It is presently an each-way bet.