The cry of grey hounds filled the air
A fierce quarrel among the beasts
Bark, bark, everywhere
They all were speaking at the same time
So what the other said, I could not hear
Brutal, heated words, they were not clear
You dare not grab a dog by its ear
Though they were near, a distant away
I would not dare, I would not dare
A bite may be better than a bark from the beasts
They quarreled louder dangerously quiet a tease
Like pairs of ferocious women
Bitterly they tore each others’ flesh with growls
Barking the clouds from out the sky
No neighbour to calm this flood of fire
Acrimonious sound bites
‘Brown dawg!’
A fight ensued, I knew it
The quarrel wouldn’t last
Midnight only a distant past
Skimpily clod
I knew I had to
Sweep for my sleep
I grabbed the broom, dashed from the room
Breathing heavily
Blood was in my eyes
Too long, in the middle of the streets
A grave wrong had robbed my sleep
I rushed outside so fast
Two huge stones followed me
I tossed the stones and I wielded my broom
The sacred angry dog pack rapidly dispersed
Leaving a wounded lying still
He was too badly bitten
One quarrel
One fight
One sacrifice
Dogs short of fence
Owners starved of sense
Must a child now pay?
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