08 October 2011

In Hope



barking impetuously at 2 am
suits a sublime view of the
ridiculous – you holler at
the moon with impunity
but don’t get relief


sleep eludes tho’ there’s
hope you’ll tire realising
no other neighbourhood
dog has answered these
ridiculous accusations


so you sit like an oddity
of captured attention not
because you’re actually
conversation-worthy; far
be it from me to comment


but you served notice, rest
assured, and when you sleep
a chorus of disaffected howls
will rise out of your repose
like wolfbane
© 11 May 2011, I. D. Carswell