Fallen Skies

Fallen skies, dream me gray
My lord, my soul to pray
Fall leaves, straining sunbeams, holding fast
Honeymoon moments, seeming too good to last

Woodsmoke, football and graveyard’s bounce
Windswept darkness, character building drills
Holiday specials, prettily poised to pounce
Summer she long gone, no hot weather thrills

Seasons change for their reason
Enveloping fog as cold dead breath
Hard headed shorts wearing heathen
We rhyme away time for winter’s death

All hail the stinging hail!
Swirling leaves with lightning pepper
The morning dog walk would try a leper
Remember us spring and do not fail!

In the Pink

Pulling the feeder with dogged determination
Deliberately wrenching wretched restraints
Tail a headless sweeping serpent

Head aloft sampling the wondrous wafts of wind
Of dogshit, shine-ola and stagnant sleeping souls
Wise-eyed quivering with nasal anticipation

Teeth to sharpen, splintering furniture wood and bone
Running crazy circuits, with muscles to hone
Waiting watchfully for the excess success

Monitoring miniscule mice-like movements
Day dreaming with canine cunning
Of squeaks, sirens and stars shinning silently

Brown-eyed-baby lusting for snacks
Glass reflections strangely startle
Boastful barking black, hair raised attacks

Hark! Jingling jangling keys of free!
Bark! Bouncing of the beckoning bye-bye
Wriggling, peeing thrills to be!!