Sunday, November 4, 2007
It is nothing.
Sometimes our dog barks at nothing.
The hairs on her neck bristle and
a little bump forms between her ears.
She's threatened by her own shadow
that she doesn't understand tho
she's been living with it all her life.
Our bird chirps away, oblivious to
the ghosts in the front yard and
the shadows that follow our dog
around the yard.
Perhaps we could send our dog to bird school
so she'd learn what it means to cry wolf.
Or we could send our bird to
people school to learn to say,
"Shh. It is nothing."