The Harsh Cursing Of Dogs Poem by Gert Strydom

The harsh cursing of dogs
at criminals that wander outside,
trains that pass noisily,
drawing out their long whistles,
when trucks sound
as if they are rushing somewhere
like battle tanks,
is disturbing and suddenly awakes me

but outside it’s a golden fairy world
where the moon hangs bewitching
glowing one-eyed,
with branches moving somewhat
in the light breeze
and stars are shining like diamonds
in the black sky.