Barking Dogs Poem by Catherine Casey

A rustle of the letter box
And Russell (Jack) the pooch,
All snapping and a-rabid flies
His purpose not to smooch.


But rather; bark and snarl within
Without the postman's peace.
His tenor pitch of snapping yelp.
Relenting less than geese.


Another day, another round -
Terrain where teeth patrol.
Slippy floors and yummy slippers.
The lack of self control.


The moment when in quick relief
Pulled from draught excluder,
All digits still amount to five
(Fret of an intruder) .


On sunny days the same campaign
Is waged without remorse.
The plan of one through gap in hedge
Cause grief and falter coarse.


Obligatory - barking mad,
Driving people crazy.
A citronella collar cure?
Amplitude of daisy.


Such owners can in conscience claim,
Their dog is not that bright.
So woe to us as threshold near
When we beware of bite.


A century of twenty first
The feral creatures stalk.
Their cave of bricks and luxuries.
What separates is chalk.