I and Emily

We sat out on the porch, Emily and I,
It was just about evening time,
In the porch swing swinging rhyme to rhyme,
I looked out -- the pine trees had grown a bit,
The dogs had raised their heads to the moon,
As the fog rolled in, Emily and I traded rhyme for rhyme,
Then sitting still and calm and laughing from time to time,
At Death -- and which one of us knew more than the other,
And which the closer,
And which afraid,
Not Emily and not I, we said as we sat there at the edge of time,
I and Emily, two dogs, and a couple of rhymes.