A Day in the Life

In Houston town, on Rancho Bauer,

There lives a dog with magic power,

Whose winning canine charm and grace

Seduce all those who see her face,

For whom these verses lay a claim

To spread the fame of Darla's name.

As guard, she must invigilate

To keep her home inviolate.

Now doughty Darla's on patrol,

Tip-toeing smartly through the hall,

Not scavenging across the floor,

Head up and checking door by door.

If nothing's found, her duty's done,

And life reverts to having fun.

A nifty shifty through the glass

Before deciding she can pass

Untroubled to the couch and choose

To settle snugly for her snooze.

But snoozing's no priority

Upon the loud sonority

Of cutlery against a plate,

Which signals food, so scarce of late,

And calls her down to seek a treat

By lying low around the feet

Of sundry hungry humans, who

Will sometimes drop a crumb or two.

Now walking on her lengthy lead,

She paces where the peacocks feed,

Discoursing in the fragrant air

Of matters none but birds can share;

Then, backward turning on the road,

Retracing steps to her abode

Where calm presides until the hour

When Darla sleeps in Rancho Bauer.