[DanaC]

This one is autobiographical. A scene from my childhood.

The Three Musketeers

The Three Musketeers, with their two trusty hounds,
Jumped into the car and sped into the night.
And the windows, still frosted, took moments to clear,
as the car nosed its way through the streets and the lanes.


And the Three Musketeers, sang stories of fear,
And the trembling and shake of the beasts that drew near
And the dogs looked uneasy, at a dark shape ahead,
So the Three Musketeers drew their swords and prepared.


But the shape was unmoving; just static and glowering.
The dogs grew more frightened, their growls growing louder
And the first Musketeer said ‘you know we must get out;
It could be a person, or a beast that’s been injured


Or an alien visitor crashed by the wayside’ and saying this,
Swift and decisive, she opened the car door, and slipped out to see it.
But just as she did so, she glanced back beside her,
and told her co-pilot, ‘look after your sister.’


The second Musketeer, with a flurry of motion,
Followed the first and approached the still roadblock
But the third Musketeer, stayed behind with the hound dogs,
Their tails all aquiver, their throats filled with growling.


A shout from the dark road, a yell and some laughter,
The shape, just the air-billowed round of a bin-bag
The two Musketeers clicked the clasps of their seatbelts
and smiled at the third as they whooshed down the night lane.


And all of the stories they told of their journey,
Come back down the years when the night sky is calling,
The Three Musketeers, with the two matching hound dogs,
off on their wild rides and night time adventures