A dog laid among ashes
Warming herself in harmattan
And kitchen chores waste water
Came upon her back.
Oh, poor little
Dog's peace is scuttled
She shrugged and muttered a growl
Prowl the warm side of the fireplace
And brought warmth to bear
On the shivering body of gold and silver
Mixed with ashes and cold
And the wicked heart of the house maid.
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