A crescent Moon is waning,

But the sky – an inky black,

Ghostly clouds dart silently by,

A fleet of ships maneuvering for attack.

Frost is building on the roof,

With Thanksgiving a week away,

The Dismal Swamp seems mighty cold

In this mid Autumn day.

Brew some tea, feed the dogs,

Two deer glide silently o’er the lawn,

Sit by the fire – that feels nice!

Still two hours before dawn.

The dogs have curled up on their beds,

They settle in with happy groans,

A cheery fire starts its magic,

Drives the chill from our bones…

Outside a biting wind still blows,

To be back in bed might be good!

Put another log on the fire,
Winter comes early to the wood.

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Little Brown Dog

Slowly rubbing back and forth,

Wool blanket feels just right,

King sized bed for little brown dog.

Sleeps here every night.

Master thinks the bed’s for him,

Little brown dog knows better,

Spends all afternoon on this bed,

Especially during cold weather.

Now Little brown dog rolls on her back,

Slowly wiggling all around,

Her four paws pumping into the air,

As she makes a happy sound.

Rubs her back on Persian carpets,

The finest rugs from Iran,

Perfect blend of wool and silk,

Ideal for rolling on.

600 knots per square inch,

That will just suffice,

Deliciously writhing on hand made carpets,

Oh, so very nice!

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