My dogs bark

My dogs bark, and I let them.

They are here for such a short while, and have something to say.

I decipher  their inflections to say: It's a bear, moose, porcupine, squirrel, deer, fox, stranger, wind in the trees, the sent of a predictor is near, danger, danger. Perhaps they say I am here, this is my home,  I hear you.  Quit often, I believe, they simply enjoy to commune with nature.

The girls, Grace and Halo, have found their voice.  Both are deep and robust like ther mother, grandfather, and great grand mother.  There is a cadence, a sense of community when all four girls bark at once. I listen, and they know. We are connected. Connected to a world beyond porch screens. Connect to  ancestors 's spirits carried in the wind.  We all have something to share. Listen.