Muffled Bark

Stifle the mechanic,

Bark.

Hands grasp

Earnestly around

The snout of a clueless

Aggressor.

Afraid

And passionately curious

He becomes

Unsure of how to

React.

A whine.

A growl.

A muffled bark.

Air exits the sides of his cheeks.

A pressure touches

Your hands,

Warning you that there is more to come.

And endless cycle of excitement.

But he goes no where. Because you’re

Holding his voice

And not letting go.

Premeditated barking,

Instantly discontinued--

Like the obnoxious whine

Of your favorite

Childhood toy fading

From 5 year old batteries

Deciding they had a last few

Moments to breath.

Quieting under your hand

And the passing of an

Unidentified subject

Foot clomps softly

Fading into the distance.

And now you’re both

Free to stretch and

Resume

Whatever you where doing

Whatever that might be.