The lone dog barks,
In the pitch black of a night otherwise silent,
Housed by the din of insects,
Broken calm akin to shards of shattered glass,
Makes that eerie noise of bad horror film,
Disconnected and drowned in the nights hollow
The lone dog barks.
Trucks with full beams on, rush along
The lone dog lunges, chases them away
He does not stop barking.
I asked him why not choose to be a pet.
He barked at me, canines ready to cut,
Chop, mince and dice,
My philosophy of unsolicited advise.
The lone dog barks.
Has he lost some one dear on the road,
Or does he like me has nothing to do,
Especially when the night is pitch black,
Noisy and cacophony with the racket of bugs,
Then I noticed,
It isn't the dog,
The cuckoo fled him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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