we all ran out the basement door
my three dogs and me
loping on a winding trail
eyeing, smelling, hearing,
what all there was to be
children's squeals in the distance
raised our ears up high
a muffled growl, a stunted yip
heads turned as if to see
the game was on, the trek begun
noses pointed to the sky
our tails were quickly wagging
legs churning on toward
indefinate direction
we sought out our reward
no second sound was offered
to guide us in our quest
no movement nor an odor
could only second guess
we ended up in search of a sound that wasn't there
glum faces now replace the ones we wore of joyful glee
just another no surprise
for my three dogs and me
...yet, you'll find us there in the morrow
bring to us joy or bring to us sorrow