On The Frontier

Middle night,
Sleeping bright,
Stupid dog
Shuts on sight;

Silly guard
Uses light
And abuses slightly
My quiet tea.


The echo in
The vally makes
The forest pine
Whine and shake;

Only a little
But I swear
Enough to pass
Sound through the ear.


The dog barks,
The guard checks,
The light shines,
The footsteps;

The urgent whimper
At nothing in particular
Has me shouting intravehicularly
Insulting integers:


1, 3, 5, 9,
Who do you think be feelin' fine?
7, 8, 10, 11,
I´'ll send you throat-first to doggie heaven.

Shut Up!