are doing what dogs do.
they are at
the window
barking,
running back and forth,
thrilled
by a truck going
by,
a squirrel staring back
with a nut
in it's mouth.
they bark and bark
all day,
when the postman comes
by,
when the rain starts,
long into the night,
at the hint
of sound.
the dogs are barking,
it's what
dogs do.
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