At night
the dogs,
so many of them
I wonder what it’s
like to fall asleep
in the city.
Surely, it’s quieter.
7:08 a.m.
I drift toward
the sofa,
a flock of crows –
hysterical crows –
a hawk,
and I do usually
like them
I know –
some territorial dispute,
it must be
to cause such
to so rattle
my nerves.