What a fitting prompt! As I got it, my old dog was sitting next to me, because she's afraid of storms like the one we were experiencing!
The last song I posted, a banjo instrumental, was also prompted by stormy weather.
I like the blues riffs I came up with, and I may turn them into banjo licks for another song.
I am an old hound
lots of gray in my brown
hear that thundering sound
stormy night coming down
Just an old hound named Fred
hide under the bed
instinctual (but I sang "institutional" by mistake) dread
stormy night up ahead
Stormy night coming down
and old Fred getting low to the ground
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