Three yards over

Three yards over a dog is barking monotonously,
it staggers in intensity but not in tone
as if the dog were reincarnated and practicing
a meditative bark-like drone.

Still,
I catch myself wondering
whether to murder such a meditative
mammal might be a mercy, sending it
further on the path to enlightenment,
or at least, to the realization
that one need not bark so long or so loud.

. . .

But who am I to judge
the practice of others?
I bark too. I bark too.
Sometimes.