Snowy Woods

[Mortimer]

Stopping by Threads on a NerdyTrail Evening



Whose thread this is I think I know,
His head is in my noodle though,
He will not see me typing here,
To watch his thread;switching to with fro.

My little pud must think it queer,
To stop without a farm girl near,
Here--- in this forest made of what I take,
As I last out yet another year.

He gives his harness bells a shake,
I knew that outfit was a mistake.
The only other sounds are of his painful weeps,
Those heavy bells ..his will; will surely break.

The woods are lovely, in the night...when it's dark...and deep,
But I have coyotes to meep-meep,
And trials to try...so I may make my keep,
And trials to try...so I may make my keep

-- MortimerDexterFoxworthy