|A Dog Barking
A dog barking at regular intervals
reminds me that I am not alone,
he wakes the morning with his growing
sense of injustice,
he warns the day,
his eager rage renewed
against fits of sound
that interrupt the hours.
Tonight he'll dream
with moonlight and starlight,
chase shadows across a kissed field,
wake with dew in his eyes.
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