Airedale+Poem

The young Airedale Terrier with the shiny, black and tan coat eats from the bowl The fire behind the puppy flickers in the fireplace Rain outside pitter patters against the walls of the house as trees sway in the wind A window high up above shines a bright light from the lightning down on the Airedale’s back The light catches a tag on the young dog’s collar making it glint The sound of the food being crushed by the dog’s teeth rise in the air The racket of the food intertwines with the jingling of the tags and the crackle of the fire In the background, there is a small rug with a large wooden chair resting against the wall A large bed for the family to sleep has a wool blanket and lays on a wooden frame I feel warmed by the glow of the fire and the tags jingling reminds me of jingle bells at Christmas time The Airedale lifts his head at the sound of thunder roaring in the sky with curiosity The young dog walks over to the carpet and lays down to sleep waiting for the storm to pass As the young dog sleeps, a small snore fills the whole room Snore 

Snore <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 110%;">Snore <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">