A serious change in the jet stream. |
I remember the day when we all looked on high as we watched dogs and cats gently fall from the sky. When I turned to my daughter whose face was a Wow, in the limbs of the trees we heard arf and meow. O the weather out here on the farm can enthrall, but this beat any intensive summer rainfall. For the precipitation was paw, fur and tail; over there was a tabby--up there, an Airedale. So I switched on the weather to get a report and when I heard the news I just had to stop short. He announced it quite glumly and with his regrets, how the jet stream was now saturated with pets! Several kittens and puppies were like make-believe, while a classy French poodle alit on the eve. Then we both looked out back where the mighty oak stood, and there wasn’t a lack, for the pet-fall was good. In the atmosphere stirring the clouds just for kicks, was a Lassie-like collie and Labrador mix. When some ominous thunderheads rumbled around, a contingent of cats soon a-purred on the ground. I then looked at my daughter and hurried outside to watch beagle and dachshund and Persian abide. Then I saw an odd mix of pets up on the roof, and they kept staring up as if they were aloof. 24 Lines |