The midnight dogs
are talking-
in almost coughs and
soft whistling whines and
always while I'm failing
to fall asleep.
Their deft clicking paws
type their steps
on the pavement,
surprising in me a
primitive fear,
but I am too curious
and unable to turn away.
I wonder if they're
a parliament in the street
discussing full moons
and mortal enemies.
I must be their dark witness
or some kind of wild stenog
because I'm
writing it all down
compulsively.
The only other motion
is my eyes
fixing the direction
of the noise
as if the
sound could be seen.
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Sarah Snider
I am a great lover of poetry, magic, mystery and science. I am passionate about sharing what I know about herbs and herbal medicine.
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