Out I stepped from a can sounding house,
Through the spider web again--
It's the third time--
And to
The quiet,
Except for the distant dog
And creaking frog
Which my own dog responded to,
Sounded like the sound deaf people always listen to.

I,
Not down the steps of our balcony yet,
Saw a firefly,
And it seemed my dog saw it too
Which allowed me to revel in a darkness
Of one I wasn't scared of
And follow my obese dog's ghost
Quickly choosing to play a dashing game that ended as fast as it started.

Sitting with him,
Figuratively of course,
Bonding with him
Was precious
And the silence finished up the bow
Which wrapped around everything so nicely.

It was then that I heard rain,
And my daily dose of him ended quite shortly.

-May 21, '18