People usually find the incessant
Barking of a dog or two
Inside their fence
A nuisance, noise pollution.
A rap on the window,
"Shut up out there!"
After listening to those dogs bark
At the same string of squirrels,
Loose dogs roaming the neighborhood,
The occasional passerby,
The mail lady six days a week
Between noon and two o'clock,
I hear those dogs barking out
A testimony to the sheer persistence
Of created life
As I hop in the shower
And head to work on Monday morning.
- 3 October 2011