By the door an itchy small dog
Waits for access to the garden
Needs the cool of morning dewdrops
To appease the summer stifle
Bounds outside into the silence
Long before the birds have woken
Spots a space invader soaring
And the soundless dawn is broken
There above her guarded garden
Floating free a lone balloonist
Low and red above the treetops
Where the view should be unbroken
Dog offended by intrusion
Must defend her chosen air-space
Human counterpart goes diving
To begin the daily dog chase
“Shush, it’s early, folks are sleeping,
They don’t want to hear you barking!”
Dog escapes, growls impolitely
Disapproving of sky-larking.
Time to use the secret weapon
Offer treats, but unavailing,
Small dog still is on the warpath
And my options now are failing.
Wish for clouds or morning breezes
To disperse the sailing culprit,
Curtains twitch, I’m thinking, ‘oh sh…’
Neighbours will soon be complaining.
No time left for canine nonsense
Something must be managed quickly,
I’m not up to playing dog-chase,
Feeling rough and feeling sickly.
Only direst threats remaining
That might quell the bounding puppy,
One word just might stop her shouting
If she hears me…and I’m lucky.
“In! Or else I’ll clean your ears!”
Small dog quickly disappears…
With apologies to Longfellow (and the neighbours…)