In a blue house with a red roof
lays a scraggly dog and his human.
The frost creeps up in their sleep,
decorating the house in winter,
crafting a vignette by the furnace.

These two young beings snore
through all the charging storms 
as their house is covered in snow.
It wears a conservative pale suit 
rather than it’s routine flashy garb.

The dog and human rub their eyes,
babies woken by the moons beacon
nursing them as a lighthouse would.
Finally, the clouds soften above
their white house with a white roof.