A Dawn's Scented Winters Tale

In the early dawn, the loud barking of my dog Woke me up; I arose and went to the door leading out onto The veranda; I adjusted the blinds and peeped out with my Quiet eyes. Peering out through the palisade of bordering Trees, A bright golden-orange glow spread throughout The forest. It was as if the night’s meteor shower had lowered The horizon. My dog was running back and forth loudly barking Along the hedges; It looked as though he was trying to scare a scared Black cat. So, I opened the veranda door and stepped out into The chilling air. Suddenly, my dog began to howl and wobble as if He was drunk. I could hear him whining and could see him swiping A front paw across his face; The chilled air was immediately filled with a pungent Nose and eye-burning odor! The white streak of fur down the back of what I thought Was a black cat, And the inebriating caustic odor confirmed exactly that Pew! it was not! No, it was also obviously confirmed that in winter, skunks Savor stale dog poop!