A Year of Poems – Day 222

Battling barks batter the backyard air
As twilight ticks towards night
Worry cascades across the canine sky
And they call back and forth warnings.
Can they so easily forget the fast-sealed doors
That hedge out hegemonic darkness
Sealing them in with warm blankets
And hands that cater to their cares?
Or do they have a song we have not yet learned to love
With which they serenade the soft sailing stars
As they hunt across the primeval sky?
We shut both possibilities out
depriving our friends from reassurance and rapture.

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