Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Wet Dog Day

It is a dark and dampy, misty morning
A smelly wet dog, flea bitten day
Thunder cracker-boomer-banger
Rumble an' grumbly sort of start
Snuggle buggle under quilts an' covers
Hide your head an' roll right over day
A day for fires burnin' slow like,
Woodstoves cherry reddish kinda morn.

1 comment:

Elizabeth Blackwell said...

wow, the starting story itself seems to be like a poem. Well, this reminds me of a wonderful storytelling website of the South Sound called that innovated a new way of story telling experience by allowing the readers themselves can add their own versions of stories to the already existing tales of the South Sound.