The quietness of a Sunday morning

Is broken by sounds of dog scorning

When branches layered with snow

Melt in the sun and drop off below



To the ground, making some sounds

Which cause dog to bark and astounds

And so we stir and run around to see

What it is which makes the dog so be



But the layered branches are self-evident

And so we try and calm dog from the spent

Energies, reacting to sounds spontaneously

And settle her down to a nap, worry-free ...



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

10:38am Sun. Jan. 25, 98