everything is frozen
the trees are frozen
the branches, the leaves, the grass
total stillness
now there’s some kind of jet lazily passing over
hidden by the thick clouds
this midday afternoon
its droning sound crossing the sky
squirrel moves now
running along gray branch
then jumping on to leaning waterlogged fence
no doubt wondering where the black dog
who always chased after it is
but the dog unknown to the squirrel is gone now
in doggie heaven or some such place
SAD DAY
