So today is rainy again, and I decided to pull out the poems and have another look. Here is another that either people love or hate. I love it for a weird reason.
Backyard
By Denise Wegener
5/2006
Down the street an ugly dog barks.
Its fur is matted and stinking.
Its eyes runny and its nose dry.
His bark mixes with the sounds of the city; far off traffic, a mother shouting, children laughing.
Closer still the sound of birds singing, chimes banging their constant melodic ring against the whisper of the wind.
The dog, the traffic, mother, children, all blend into the distance - unheard now.
Nothing is heard, save the birds happy songs, the chimes, and above all like a resounding proud solo...
The whisper of the wind.
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