The man who owns the dogs
The pond froze over.
In Maine
Since the pond froze over,
For a couple of days
Now the pond has thawed.
Eight Degrees
The pond froze over.
Otherwise they'd never have gotten you.
Said he was sorry.
He said that he'd thought of trying to break up the ice.
I had thought of it, too.
What a rude trick.
Ponds freeze
And are solid for months.
But not here.
Your mate doesn't come when I call
The way the two of you did.
Even when I throw bread crumbs
He stands idly about.
If he's not careful,
The dogs will have him, too.
The temperature got down
To a ridiculous eight degrees
And the pond froze over.
But not my heart, Gertrude.
Not my heart.