Are We There Yet?
I took my dogs for a ride last night,
The moon behind the clouds was bright:
The winds and the wolves both howled with fright,
And a hot breath warmed my neck.
The time its hour had fallen back,
The woods were suffering lost leaves’ lack,
While a troubled sky was tinged with black,
And the sun was soon to set.
“Would you like to go for a ride?” Agreed!
Step out of the way of the great stampede:
On the way to the car, the small one peed –
Not much….it was just a speck.
We leapt, in the nick of time, in front:
Stuffed them in back – no minor stunt,
As the ride of the century was begunt,
And the dogs began to whine.
Ahead the sky took on a glow,
As a sliver of sunset, pink and low
Lit up the world so that all would know
That the sun still had its shine.
Behind us the panting had begun
Its counterpoint to the setting sun:
“Was this an omen of fear….or fun?”
Pondered the canine mind.
They do recall what they can’t forget,
That this same car may go to the vet.
It’s a horrible, terrible risk, and yet…
They must take it all in stride.
So, the heavy breathing rose and fell,
For a while there’s simply no way to tell:
“Are we headed for Heaven or bound for Hell?”
It’s difficult to decide.
Takes quite a few miles to quell the rumors,
Unruffle the feathers and smooth the bloomers:
“I guess we aren’t away to the groomers!
Yay! We’re out for a ride!”