Sunday morning toast and Alpo

it sounds

like a bomb going off

and then

gunfire,

a rapid rat a tat tat.

so what.

just another Sunday

morning.

my dog doesn't even get up

to look

out the window.

there's a few

helicopters

circling above

the neighborhood,

and sirens

are going off.

i keep buttering my toast,

then open

up a can

of Alpo for Rex.

a sentimental tear drops

from my

eyes

as i recall the sound

of church bells

before they were banned

for making

too much noise.