The stream leaves my eye as it threads Between muddy arms,under swaying grass, With darkened stones nestled snuggly in its bed Stalked by a hound reflected in amber glass Playfully raising front paws to fall and splash
Though she tired beneath the cloudless july sky The hound did not enter the stream's embrace, Her longing whimper and the streams cool reply Still echo in my skull's subspace
What something held her tail I can't recall But she tired and layed down to rest In soft brush n' pleasant light n' long before sun fall Shedding the vigor she had professed She shut the light from her eyes and slumber soon commenced
Far from sight, the stream trickles on And the hound snores at my feet, The remnants of their meeting gone But for those held in my seat