I hate to hear dogs barking <br />it reminds me of the humans <br />that put them there behind the fences <br />of boring little houses <br />with unimaginative small yards <br /> <br />it reminds me of stupidity <br />bleeding from those ignorant fools <br />like blood from a wound that never heals <br /> <br />it reminds me of war <br />& the things that die therein <br />that had no cause to die <br />& blunt greed that passes for posterity <br />& all the other putrid human traits <br />that we convince ourselves as honourable <br />& pure <br />we without fault or accountability <br />judge & jury <br />to the poor dumb animals <br />we breed & burn <br />with our twisted love <br />empirically void of truth <br /> <br />I like to hear dogs barking <br />with excitement <br />when they chase rabbits into the briar <br />from across an open field <br />with the sun on their backs <br />& not a whip <br /> <br />& then the dog will sit <br />paws crossed <br />a smile on his fresh face <br />amongst the shade of nearby trees <br />in long grass <br />& it will watch & wait <br />unafraid, content <br />just a dog <br />unfashioned by anything other <br />than its own pure nature <br /> <br />far away from fences <br />small yards & even smaller <br />human minds.<br /><br />William Cook<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/genus-canis-liberalis/
