Paws press cold on splintered grain
Thunder shakes the window pane
Quercus drinks the heavy rain
You curl tight in coiled form
Porch hound shelters from the storm
Quercus shields your brindled form
Rain becomes the soil's dark wine
You breathe slow on borrowed pine
Mud cakes deep in nail and pad
Thunder wakes the sleeping lad
Zephyranthes push through loam
Light reveals your journey home
Porch hound shelters from the storm
Quercus shields your brindled form
Rain becomes the soil's dark wine
You breathe slow on borrowed pine
Cicada shells cling to the post
Rain sings loud on tin roof host
Artemisia drinks her fill
You chase rabbit through the hill
Porch hound shelters from the storm
Quercus shields your brindled form
Rain becomes the soil's dark wine
You breathe slow on borrowed pine
Morning breaks in buttermilk light
Puddles catch the cloud so bright
Schizachyrium bows to breeze
You shake off the storm with ease
No collar tags no master's call
Just cellulose and lignin walls
The storm passes ground drinks deep
You guard the porch while others sleep
Sun dries mud on brindled coat
Helianthus