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

Poem By Billy Collins

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.

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

I wonder if I didn’t have a neighbor With a pair of barking dogs Whether I would have so enjoyed “Another Reason Why I Don’t Keep A Gun In The House.” Guess I have to be grateful for those dogs Who drove me up a wall so I could smile with a poem and thank it’s author.
So don’t do anything rash and tell him
He was very good and his poems very help us.
A dog barking for a long time is very annoying, and common among close neighbours. The dog can keep you awake at night or annoy you in the morning. So much better to listen to Beethoven. A fine poem of urban life.
We all know the feeling when we are disturbed.

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