bedroom howling

4/29/05

the dog downstairs, at least that’s where
i think it lives
must not be appreciating my
music this morning;

it’s a pretty picture-frame outside with
a light breeze and hot light shining through new
spring leaves, a few accidentally-bruised clouds
dancing off to the east
but the dog I suppose can’t see out the window
or something
because the music is driving him
insane

for an hour it has been howling and shrieking
at nothing but the hand percussion flying out
from my speakers;
percussion that blends well with the waltzing clouds
and playful blue sky of my morning

so I’m sure the dog must be locked
in the bedroom
below mine

where it’s
gray
and
oh so forlorn