‘Fore paws pitter wander-walkies,

Pup with peep pat-a-wake mornward,

Sunning stats from rest to ready—

For ventures held ‘tween tail and tale. ; )

Traipsing amongst busts of angled angels, guard lowered his guard.

Twixt columns of scagliola, security stayed secured.

But,

Then,

Watcher’s round found conflagration incensed in situation

As static’s serene scene had turned into arch transmutation. ; )