an odd dream

Then on a sudden the music changed,
    so soft that you scarce could hear;
But you felt that your life had been looted clean
    of all that it once held dear;
That someone had stolen the woman you loved;
    that her love was a devil's lie;
That your guts were gone, and the best for you
    was to crawl away and die.
'Twas the crowning cry of a heart's despair,
    and it thrilled you through and through --
"I guess I'll make it a spread misere,"
    said Dangerous Dan McGrew.

--Robert Service
(from The Shooting of Dan McGrew )

Littlegirlcop woke up at 4:28. It was dark as he shuffled to the bathroom for a pee and a drink of water. His alarm wouldn't go off for another hour and two minutes and it was rare for him to wake before it. What an odd dream thought Murphy, Joey Kowalczyk was reading me a Service poem. The combination of the DA's soothing baritone, his thick mustache, the Service poem and the fact that it'd been three weeks since he spent the night at the DA's house explained the snugness in Murphy's pajama bottoms. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, thought Murphy, I'll have to give Joey a call later. Maybe he'd be up for hike on Sunday.