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
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2018
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