Call Of The Wild Inner City
by Chris Sorrenti
Still heeding the instinct of ancient ancestors
a large mutt held closely on leash by its master
howls mournfully at sirens in the distance
880 hits as of October 2021
Author's Note: One of those poetic snapshots, visually and verbally captured exactly as it happened, in this case on a bicycle path behind my house.
Posted on 12/30/2013
Copyright © 2021 Chris Sorrenti
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 12/30/13 at 10:18 PM|
Years ago I had 'Red Bone' hound dog. We to an outdoor part one night where musicians played some music. When the violin started playing he started howling. We finally left so the music could go on.
|Posted by Veronica Phoenics on 12/31/13 at 09:38 AM|
you capture a whole wild world lurking under the domesticity of our pets in three brilliant lines!
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/31/13 at 05:04 PM|
This is a great capture of that moment, Chris! Happy New Year - he is howling! ;)
|Posted by Laura Doom on 12/31/13 at 08:03 PM|
...and I'm sure those sirens would tell you this rocks...
|Posted by Gail Wolper on 01/06/14 at 03:59 AM|
Perfect as is. Explanation is not necessary but still very interesting