Terza+Rhyme

Hi, listening to that yellow bellied crap Run from the distance and yell at the shore Lodging deep fires that have been made in its wrap

That came from the dark forest and hung high lore Bright light under those rays of red coming Of hardened heat and warmed face that wanted more

His dog sits and looks from the bench taking No time for no rest, focused on his station Eyes fall next to smoke of food that was baking

With the end of chores there is not sun in sight All's crept back to their caves and sleepy nests Of the forest with its wood-house streaming firelight