An Early Winter Snowstorm

I sat inside and watched the snow

and gazed upon the dog below

the branch that blocked the peaceful hound

who slept upon the frozen ground.

The dog stirred gently as the snow increased

and roused from slumber my companion beast.

He ambled slowly from the yard toward the door

as he could not take the cold anymore.

He curled and sat on the step covered by roof

and looked out as if he knew some arcane truth

about the world and nature and what he could see,

a truth he would never share with me.

I stayed in the house with the fire aglow

and stood quietly watching him sitting below.

It pains me to think I will never know

what my canine friend learned from watching the snow.