🖋️ Beneath Shifting Skies

Where Thoughts Take Flight

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“Now back at home, he’s sprawled out flat…”

Hound dog joined me for a drive today, Down the back roads where dust likes to play. I rolled the window just a crack— He shoved his nose out, ears swept back. His tail fanned like a feathered broom, Sniffin’ the breeze, so full of zoom. Eyes on the fields, nose to the air, Trackin’ phantoms that weren’t even there. He howled at a cow just passin’ by, And scared her still—don’t ask me how. Then barked at a mailbox goose-shaped and bold, Nearly jumped through the roof when it popped loose cold! We passed old man Jenkins on his slow green mower, Hound dog woofed as if a Range Rover. I laughed so hard I missed my turn, But hound dog nose said, “Let it burn!” So we cruised on by, two clowns on parade, Me at the wheel, him watchin' sideways. Windows down, the world felt wide— Just a man and his mutt on a country glide. Now back at home, he’s sprawled out flat, Dreamin’ of cows and that goose-shaped hat. Snorin’ proud with a grin in his sleep— That back road joy runs country deep.