Day 7: poem to the dog next door

You wake me up each night
and no morning is safe from you
From your smoker's bark
Your persistent insistent demands
Your desire to control the situation
Because you are all of five inches tall
And a little insecure

The early fireworks last night startled you
And maybe tomorrow, the Fourth of July,
I'll feel sorry for you
For the panic and fear you will endure
But then again
Maybe I won't