Sestina

The pavement was warming on the street
A little ting rang from the bell of a bicycle
The trees still had most of their leaves
The big, black dog was sleeping on the end of his chain
There was the lazy peddling of a child
He was in no hurry.


He had all morning not to hurry
Clinking down the street
On rode the child
Peddling along on his bicycle
A few houses from the dog on the chain
Running over a few stray leaves.


A gust of wind scooped up some leaves
The boy still didn't want to hurry
The big dog woke up on the end of his chain
There was a squeaky noise coming from the street
It was the bicycle
Carrying the silly little child.


The dog caught scent of the child
He could hear the brushing of leaves
The sound of the bicycle
It made him want to chase it in a hurry
Down the street
But there was the problem of this ridiculous chain.


The big, black dog strained against his chain
He could now see the child
Riding by on the street
He could see him through the leaves
The boy should probably hurry
Riding on the little blue bicycle.


The boy looked from his bicycle
The dog was pulling his chain
He realized now to hurry
The dog wanted to chase the child
The bike sent up a flurry of leaves
As the dog barreled toward the street


In car-chase style went the bicycle carrying the frantic child
The dog dragging  the chain, scattering the leaves
The boy flew to his house, Oh he must hurry, and in fast relief made it off the street