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.
Awakened Words 
A lovely sense of all the ambient and not so ambient, but loud, noise–so cleverly done, with a lovely cadence and the slant rhymes like soft chimes. K.
ha. the second stanza…everything revolves nicely around that…but i know the experience of such a peace….and you gleaned enough to remind us…
you sure they remained quiet..? trees tend to talk a lot when no one’s listening… smiles… beautiful peaceful capture
I like the how you described the entire vignette of the night in what was probably only a few minutes..love the quiet of the trees when the rest subsides
A lovely, thoughtful poem. Quiet is good – silence can be oppressive. Just now even the trees are noisy in the teeth of a gale.
Quite a nice harmony between the differences here. A scene of utter contentment 😉
Ha, silent night indeed! At my parents’ house in the countryside, we hear dogs barking and howling all night some times… So that line made me smile, as did the dog’s belief in your shared admiration of the stick.
Some great observational poetry here!
Quiet or not, what the poem conveys is peace. 🙂
You have captured the peacefulness of a summer’s evening beautifully in this poem. Even the noises such as the crickets or the dog’s bark lend themselves to the overall feeling of — all is well with the world.
Such a beautiful poem. Very much enjoyed. 🙂
what would we do without them
you’ve sketched a scene of peace and beauty so gracefully…
subtle and peaceful
Nights are rarely silent but night sounds can be soothing. I like this, great to see your words again my friend.