Is she under the porch?

Is she over the arch?

Is she on the oak branch?

Is she within their reach?

Three children wondered 

And worriedly searched.

They froze in the wind chill 

And found refuge at Grandma’s. 

When unfreezing their limbs in homey warmth,

They reflected on the saucy canine

Who hated any sneaky feline,

Who, mostly, stayed within borders,

And who obeyed every order.

An unlatched door!

Out Sasha escaped to freedom.

The three were befuddled.

They tried to give chase and follow

Only to lose her in a hollow.

Dejected and losing patience,

The abashed children returned home

To find the sassy dog  in the mud room

Wagging her tail in satisfaction.