Poem: Wiggle Worm Warm

(After several weeks of dryness, where grassland fires have claimed the lives of local ranchers and thousands of acres burned, it has finally started raining some.)

Sprinkle, sprinkle little cloud

Your noise is a wee bit loud

But the rain is very nice

As long as there is no ice

Oh, but later loud round ice does come

It seems every storm here has at least some

And the little scared dog's favorite hiding place

Is to wiggle worm warm under my arm his face