Sitting still

At morn’s dawning

And everything

Is sounding the day

Every bird sings,

Every squirrel chatters,

In the distance

A dog,  bound and chained

In some fenced yard

Barks mournful

Regretting having ever left

The woods for these dopes,

While I,

I write words;

My songs, my chatter,

My mournful barks

Understood as much by others

As i understand

This wildlife cacophony

That plays meaningless about my head