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Book 19 Page 22

The dogs are barking

The dogs are barking,

disturbing the suburban quite.

The dogs are barking,

kicking up a riot.

It’s the middle of the night,

can’t they do that when it’s day.

The dogs are baking

and I wonder; what they say.

It started with just one,

howling at the moon,

and then there were five,

before too soon.

“Shut up! Shut up!” I shout

angrily at me dog.

“For God’s sake, I’m trying to get some sleep.”

And go to hit him with a stick,

but he just ignores me and runs away.

“Shut up or I’ll kill you,”

and I throw the nearest thing I find.

Stop your stupid barking,

and your stupid bloody whine.

But he just goes on ignoring me,

yet reduces to a barking whisper.

The dogs are barking and I’m standing outside,

with nothing on,

in the middle of the night,

in the middle of this cold dark winter.

© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au  dominicj7@poetry.net.au Created on 5/6/00