You Suck!

Every morning my mute, hostile neighbor walks three mismatched cagey canines on the road below, his talky children in tow. They trod together, survivors of a different kind of wreck, a spastic parade celebrating locomotion. All Hail Team Tremor! My canine has much to say on such pageantry, a flow of invective aimed at the show below: You suck! You suck! You suck! Together all members of the chorus bellow their bored complaints. The dogs stand around in snarl while leashes form & reform. My neighbor flashes venomous stares; the neighbors curse us both, wishing the dogs if not dead than dead silent. It’s too early for this territory song. But, too late, the concert’s in mid-swirl, dogs too deep in their rut to be silenced & the morning too chilly to raise me from this chair. He must change his route!