In the middle of our supper,
The night fell with a thud,
Splattering gravy everywhere.
Smokey licked most of it up,
But the damage was done,
And it stayed dark all night.
Then, at breakfast, the day
Suddenly broke overhead,
And our corn flakes went
Flying in every direction.
Again, Smokey cleaned it up,
But the damage was done,
And the day stayed broken.
For lunch, we went out to
The pasture to eat more of
The mushrooms we’d found
There a few days before.
Suddenly, Smokey pointed
Up at the sun, and yelled,
“It’s high noon! Hit the deck!”
But the damage was done
And we stayed high all day.
michaeljordahl 