Smoky Hoss - Sleepy Weather

My dog lay asleep by the window
lost in dreams of drizzle,
I pat her head
and watch the rain descend.

Cold November blows
October forever away,
and here am I, a melancholy warm
sitting with my faithful old friend.

The wind wails
a mournful tune,
a song sung sad
when the sky comes weeping.

The fireplace aglow
holds the heart at home,
as simply contented
I and my old dog, together, lay sleeping.

Smoky Hoss

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