The dog got loose from her chain
Then ran all the way up the lane ...
Wanted to visit with the Scottie ...
Belonging to neighbor's cottage
A pretty little lady - blonde and petite
Sometimes comes across quite sweet
Like yesterday when she appeared at door
Handing the dog over to me with warmth
Fought back a sudden urge to invite her in
Didn't want her to reject the offer - so slim
And yet, what would it have mattered ...?
If she said no, my life wouldn't be in tatters
But tensions between neighbors are not good
So it's better, perhaps, just to avoid dead wood
Or, just pick it up and throw it deep into the trees
And then, enjoy the vibrations of the cooler breeze
- Tristram
(c) Christopher W. Thomas
10:50am Saturday, Oct. 24th, 1998