PRACTICALLY FURNITURE

Our sweet retriever, we concur,
Is practically furniture.
In rays of sun,
She comes undone,
And ever sleeps

Walking through the silent night

When all of the sudden

Something gives me a fright

It is a bark not so menacing in

My neighbor owns a lovely beast
it's golden brown and likes to feast
He eats rawhide bones as big as cats
and chases birds

The night was ominously still
A gruff bark from the distance
Sent ripples through the sky
I wondered what it meant
Then another