The dogs bark
at intruders.
Which anyone is.
The goldfinch sings
on the other side
of the window.
I open the shutters,
close them. Is there
another side
to this wall?
I am uninhabited.
Come in.
See more of Sharon Brogan's work at her wonderfully creative site: http://www.sbpoet.com/2007/09/snapshot-26-sep.html
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