Thursday, January 1, 2009

If a Tree Falls in an Apartment, Does a Dog Make a Sound?

My Christmas tree, its hour now is come.
It's New Year's now, and time to put away
The tinsel and the baubles; that time's done.
Another year or so must have its say
Before I haul out all that stuff again.
My dog awaits the clearing of that space --
Not large, for my tree hasn't ever been
A tall, imposing emblem of the grace
The season brings to dwellings great or small.
But it, along with some assorted gifts
Did partly block her egress to the hall.
That season gone, my collie's spirit lifts:
The carpet's hers to roll around and spread
The fur and dander she can't help but shed.

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