Cry of the Wooly Banshee

As I lay in bed this morning

The clock was straight up seven

I heard the most ungodly cry

That could not have come from heaven

The mournful sound cut through my soul

So early this odd morning

As I contemplated what it was

The attack came without warning

Another cry and then a howl

As the creature lunged at me

It was clear that I would not escape

The cry of the Wooly Banshee

And so I rose from my sweet bed

And headed for the loo

But the cries continued long and loud

So I pinched a loaf or two

You’d think that mutt was starving

By the way she used her voice

Like being at the opera

Her howl was pure rejoice

As I poured some of her kibble

Into her shiny little bowl

I got another chorus

Of “my stomach has a hole”

Not wasting another moment

On the floor I set her dish

And the Wooly little Banshee

Finally got her canine wish

It’s not that I don’t empathize

With her doggy singing way

The fact is I am entertained

Twice, every single day

Copyright 2009  Patrick A. Granfors