Cats and Dogs outside Middle School

From The Deserted Village, 

by Oliver Goldsmith



  The playful children just let loose from school,

  The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whisp'ring wind,

  And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind,--

  These all in sweet confusion sought the shade,

  And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.

  But now the sounds of population fail,

  No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale,

  No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread,

  For all the bloomy flush of life is fled!