When the dog barks at its owner
In a fierce and ugly manner
In a mind that is in order
It risks losing its comfy shelter
And might sweat in an angry slaughter
II
Even if it barks in sickness
It shows its feared weakness
And risks being the red meat
Which east and west of the north
Can battle for even a little piece
III
Each feed is in expectation
Like the sky keeping clouds to recycle
A little disrespect
And all thoughtful aspects
Dissipate into thin air
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015