Howl At The Moon

Moondoggies bark just so
They can hear their own voice.
There was a time when their growls
Would disrupt my bowels
And put puncture holes in my bladder.

Back then I was mute.
Now I’m deaf.
I can read lips; I know
What is being said.
Whether gumdrops or lemon heads.

How will I explain that
To my grandchildren?
I saw their mouths move
But I didn’t hear the warning.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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