Evelyn, a modified dog

Viewed the quivering fringe of a special doily

Draped across the piano, with some surprise



In the darkened room

Where the chairs dismayed

And the horrible curtains

Muffled the rain

She could hardly believe her eyes



A curious breeze

A garlic breath

Which sounded like a snore

Somewhere near the Steinway (or even from within)

Had caused the doily fringe to waft & tremble in the gloom



Evelyn, a dog, having undergone

Further modification

Pondered the significance of short-person behavior

In pedal-depressed panchromatic resonance

And other highly ambient domains...



Arf she said