the dog barked mournfully
though
was it my imagination
maybe
it was just barking usually
as maybe it had no concept
of what mournful is
they say i have that ability
it comes at night he said
the bleakness, so i gave
him a little lamp, a night
light
later a small mirror of
the same design as i
do not like to think of folk
feeling so
in the dark
the dog barked in the distance
from pentre farm up the road
i walk up slowly and see that
it lives in the little enclosure
above the stream
it hears me and jumps about
yapping, looks happy so
i wonder why i ever pronounced
it mournful
i watch and remember the day
the farmer brought the cow down
from there with the calf and walked
them up the lane
to the next field
some times at home i think i hear
that cow low mournfully
if i stay quiet i can hear a lot of things
imagine a lot of things