This poem describes how I feel about my neighbors little yapper. The shrill in it's voice makes me want to be unnoticed.
Little" Yap, Yap Dog you wannabe attack dog who backs away when a hand comes near you. You are my neighbors dog but yet you aren't neighborly. Whenever I step out you bark at me. Most of the time I try to avoid you but at times you dart out to scare me with your high pitched shrilly bark. It's a good thing that you are limited to your leash and please stop pooping in my yard.
I understand completely, Rebecca! Once, there were four yappy dogs that prevented me from enjoying my backyard! I hated that! It was my yard, filled with flowers and cats and ponderings in silence, not dogs frenetic voices. Somehow, I made it through the two or so years they lived next door.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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