Eleven O’Clock

 

Electric trains rock by on streaks

 

Of moonlight.  A chorded interchange

 

is heard between a mother and a baby

 

Bird, and across squared miles of quiet

 

City, two dogs speak grandly to each

 

Other.  What is it so imperative to say

 

That takes all of a small

 

White dog, passionate and focused,

 

Responding from hydrangea-purple lawn

 

to her staccato questioner? What does he answer?