It's late, I'm grumpy;
Outside, everything is gray;
Inside, it's a mess.
Branch plays peek-a-boo
Between the slats of my fence,
Guided by the wind.
Pouring from the pipe,
The water keeps rushing;
(Collette keeps chewing).
With her dearest friend,
Olivia licks Collette,
Just keeping her clean.
Greenery is gone
From the bower of the stream.
Still, water rushes.
Empty wooden bench
In front of cold barbecue.
Chill wind up the road.
There are no shadows--
Road is empty, gray, silent;
Only the wind speaks.
Red, bright green, and brown
Coexist in the same place--
Two living, one dead.
Gray lies upon gray
Dim clouds covering the sky---
Wait! A spot of blue!
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