middle of the night
the window was open
two lots north the little white dog
barked
nothing unusual about that
i know the voice
the clock said three
when seconds later, - to the south
and one house west
it was the old dog with the muffled
voice
who sounds like he barks into an
oatmeal box.
it didn’t end there.
as then, in our backyard
pond, the main frog
who had been quiet for several hours
suddenly took up the call.
i never knew what got them going.
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