The hound went missing.
Time is like a swallow’s evening
Erratic events, summer swings
In the speed of Brubeck’s quartet.
After two days she's a concern
But what to expect from a hound,
Just off chasing rabbits till lost?
Death never entertained a thought.
Reassurance sent from above
Perhaps it was God but we knew
She may be OK, we assured
Each other that midsummer eve.
Strutting the walkway she came home,
Okay, 'cept skunk did fill our heads.