It’s nice and quiet:
The bass from a distant party wafts over the silence.
Then one dog barks,
Another barks—closer.
A chorus barks—stops.
A car alarm screams in the distance.
Next door, another sympathetically responds.
Then all the cars take turns five minutes apart.
I peep through the blinds. My room is dark.
Not a soul in sight.
The barking stops.
Le Ciel est Bleu 