standing_at_an_upstairs_window raze reflexive barking in the distance bright eyes make streaks of light to dance across glass, silent warnings sent from the faces of the homes they rest on blades of grass jutting out of the darkness, thin whiskers on an unshaven dirt floor i'm just another dog, standing on my hind legs, listening to the sounds the night makes 130330 what's it to you? who go blather from