The Dog and the Bee

The dog bit while the bee was humming, So I removed my shoes and took off my socks In the slowly melting snow. Under a cool tree, Cooling mud oozed up between my toes. Talented fingers strummed a guitar as the park Darkened. I moved on homeward while the sun Set without regret. I cleaned my feet and slid Soothingly into soft socks and sat in an old Trusted rocking chair and silently rocked while The black iron kettle warmed some cold stew. As I lay down later, I heard crickets' legs lullabying. Stomach was full, it was good the bee didn't sting.