Song

Rocking on my porch without much light
I heard far dogs barking up the night
And I thought it’s like a chain-gang holler
As they too have on their necks this collar
But then thought they sure don’t care a bit
Because life is what you make of it.

I then pondered back to asking why
Right up there these buddies are so shy
Settling for all twinkle but no bark –
Are them stars not pinned into the dark?
Dark must be the heaven of the free
Mumbled I, and that persuaded me.

May 28, 2026