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
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