By Katherine B. Parilli
Rainy days so dark and dreary
make a puppy’s eyes grow tired and weary.
Cooped up inside for days on end,
the walls so benign transform into bleak and lifeless dungeon.
Longing to run and play,
to hear the chirp of the flittering birds,
and feel the cool breeze rippling through my fur,
I hang my tired head low.
Rainy days are long and empty.
devoid of diversion I lay in my corner
wishing for blue skies and open road.
Dreaming of warmth
it is all that I can do to put up with my aching bones.
Rainy days are fretful and tedious.
Shadows long and frightful pen me down.
Thunder claps like mighty cannons startle me from my slumber,
send me running to find a quiet corner
where my shivering limbs plead for safety.
Rainy days know no end.
dragging on like a thousand car train
blocking me from all that is fun.
Tying me down to a listless corner
with only the flicker of the strange box in the corner
to divert me from counting out the unbroken chain
of lifeless days.
Rainy days are bleak and troublesome,
but when at last their spell is broken
they reveal a precious gift from heaven.
Feeding plants and flower,
they have transformed the world into a jewel so precious.
Creating a carpet so soft and green
that protects my paws so tender,
I sniff with wonder
as my grateful nose does behold,
God’s glorious bouquet
for a Happy pup like me.