Clang In Rhythm

Pots clang in rhythm somewhere downstairs
Rattling, scraping across hard floors
Middle of night I awake alerted to the noise
Fourth stair creaks out like a cello
Along with clanging pots in time
I follow music to kitchen, peek around corner
There I see the dog tripping over pots and pans;
Banging against open door;
Along with beating tail smacking against door
Looks up smiling with me with soulful eyes
A rough music that only a dog can make


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