Another Reason Why I Don'T Keep A Gun In The House

The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.

The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
I close all the windows in the house
and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast
but I can still hear him muffled under the music,
barking, barking, barking,

and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,
his head raised confidently as if Beethoven
had included a part for barking dog.

When the record finally ends he is still barking,
sitting there in the oboe section barking,
his eyes fixed on the conductor who is
entreating him with his baton

while the other musicians listen in respectful
silence to the famous barking dog solo,
that endless coda that first established
Beethoven as an innovative genius.

by Billy Collins

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this was grrrrreat.
This poem reads like an opinion piece.
Great poem. Love it
i love his poem.he is the best poem writer i know.
I did not know Billy Collins was a member- -raising eyebrow here. I will assume that this was a mistake and not an actuality. As far as the topic, he tapped a sensitive nerve here in me... but now a neighborhood has added a rooster that shrieks in the night so I wonder how Billy Collins would work that into Beethoven.... or the croaking noise I would love to hear soon. ;)
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