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In the early dawn, the loud barking of my dog
Woke me up;
I arose and went to the door leading out onto
The veranda;
I adjusted the blinds and peeped out with my
Quiet eyes.
Peering out through the palisade of bordering
Trees,
A bright golden-orange glow spread throughout
The forest.
It was as if the night’s meteor shower had lowered
The horizon.
My dog was running back and forth loudly barking
Along the hedges;
It looked as though he was trying to scare a scared
Black cat.
So, I opened the veranda door and stepped out into
The chilling air.
Suddenly, my dog began to howl and wobble as if
He was drunk.
I could hear him whining and could see him swiping
A front paw across his face;
The chilled air was immediately filled with a pungent
Nose and eye-burning odor!
The white streak of fur down the back of what I thought
Was a black cat,
And the inebriating caustic odor confirmed exactly that
Pew! it was not!
No, it was also obviously confirmed that in winter, skunks
Savor stale dog poop!
