Saturday, January 21, 2012

As They Should Be

And, Charlie ran outside, just like any other morning, 
     only to find himself sliding across the frozen tundra that had become our backyard.
     "What IS this?" he wondered (the way dogs wonder about things).  
He pounced on the white, slick stuff, and went sliding again; 
     his gray-white coat blending in with the wintery landscape.  
     "I'm not sure I like this, " he barked ( and barked, and barked ).
And, ran back inside, where things were as they should be.    

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