Sniff, Bang, Chirp, Court, Hug - a Rant

The dogs are banned from fields of green lest anyone should “step in it” yet 50 geese just landed there and no one tells them where to “..it” Masked bandits prowl the streets at night trash can clamor in the alleyways making their rounds on scheduled trips coinciding with trash collection days. Dawn’s silent rise cues “Places please” dark curtain rising on a dissonant din Daybreak’s un-tuned opening - wings without wind scratching open eyelids that can’t close again. Beneath soft silent moon – a courting joust that sad horrific sound – a lover’s spat a noise to make an air raid siren cringe the hissing contest - suitors of my cat. Lo, the glistening distance of train track reflecting the history that they bore reminds me that the four thirteen Topeka lies beside me in a locomotive snore. ©5/6/2018 submitted to – A Rant – Poetry Contest sponsor – Shadow Hamilton