yearn to be heard

again this morning
our dogs bark—
Voices leap from
sleep to frenzy in one
breath. They bark
to announce what?
Murderers in the yard?
Bears? Bad dreams?
A mysterious passerby
only they can hear?
Or just for the joy of noise?
What sound do you make
when you yearn to be heard?

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