dogs stand their ground
mack trucks on the road
big, burly and loud
angry rumbling sounds
my guard dogs hear it
they run out to stand between me and the road
barking as if virile hitmen with machetes are after us
holding their ground, showing their teeth and their verve
Hundreds of yards away from trucks who will never know or care
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