Sunday, 16 September 2018
Prieska dogs poem
Woof woof woof. Bark bark bark.
Yap yap yap yap yap yap yap.
The dogs in Prieska bark.
Bark. Yap. Pause. Bark bark.
I’m awake in my tent and it is dark.
Yap yap, bark bark, HOWL,
I try to sleep, cover my head with a towel,
I hear no owls, I hear no frogs.
I just hear those Prieska dogs.
Their whining into my eardrum cuts.
How I hate those Prieska mutts.
Photo not of a Prieska Dog by Wald-Burger8 [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], from Wikimedia Commons