3am, 4am, 5am Bark

These three dogs

raising cain in a stunted chorus

at the smell of garbage

next door

Ancient Alice Walker Hound in tenor bay

the deep bass thunder

of doe-eyed Dinah, the yellow labasaurus

against whom the alto wiggle and whine of Bess

contend in vain

only missing 

the yapping soprano of a rabid lapdog

nipping at my ribs

no, I do not miss her