**Barking Dog**

In the night, a lone dog’s cry,

Echoes through the moonlit sky,

A rhythmic bark, sharp and clear,

Cutting through the stillness near.

A guardian in the dark, a vigilant sheen,

With each bark, a message sent,

A vigil kept, a will unbent.

The neighborhood slumbers, disturbed by the sound,

A reminder that vigilance knows no bounds,

A sentinel’s duty, fierce and strong.

As the moon wanes and dawn draws near,

The barking fades, the threat unclear,

Yet in the silence, the echo stays,

Of a lone dog’s watchful gaze.