Woof,
said Buddy, trotting to the front door.
Woof. Rwoof, woof, woof. Rwoof.
It was dark and late in the evening after the 4th of July, and I couldn't see anything through the screen. But my policy is always to check whether the dog's bark truly indicates an issue that ought to be checked out, so I got up and went through the living room to see.
A dark figure stood on the porch.
Police department,
said the dark figure
as I walked up.
Ah,
said I; now I see.
Did you want to talk to me
about the fireworks?
I hadn't asked to.
I was equivocating a little bit.
Well,
he said, I've talked
to all the neighbors and they won't be setting
off any more fireworks.
I'm glad you did,
I said as he started off.
I just wasn't involved before now.
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