This time last year, it was unbearably hot
From early in the morning until late at night
We would close up the windows and draw the shades
And try to keep cool in the midst of the blaze
This time last year, when the sun would go down
We would walk near the house ‘neath the cottonwood trees
A barn owl would screech her babies were near
They left gifts of their feathers for me to find
This time last year when you were far away
It was just me and my wolf dog in the heat of the day
This time last year, it was unbearably hot
My wolf dog was with me, this year he is not
I love this! Is it a song?
Thanks so much, Jim! It was just a little bit of prose that came to me last night, but it could be fun to see if there is a melody to it. 🙂