RUDE AWAKENINGS

               The sunrise sounds on Sunday are all birds
               Except the distant roar of landing planes
               And neighbor dogs barking in their own words,
               About which our small pup briskly complains.

               Last night a ruckus among nearby owls,
               Each one intent to out-hoot all the others,
               Prompted the local canine chorus to howls,
               Though I’d have slept if I had had my druthers.

                    Since I have had my nighttime sleep cut short,
                    This curtal sonnet’s best for my report.

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