The dog is proud of the stick
she found in the yard,
convinced my shared admiration
is the only reason I would
choose to sit on the porch.
There is some dishonesty in efforts
to depict a night as silent.
The neighbor’s dog announces
the presence of each passing car,
crickets and frogs vie for dominance
of the stream bed, my dog bites
and chews on her newfound toy,
only the silhouettes of the trees are
content to remain quiet.