One might call it graceful
Except for its sound balloon
Some way behind
Some way to the side
Should one write
Of still finding the sound
Should one write
Or take photographs
This place is nineteen minutes
From my home
As long as I too am prepared
To add to the urban traffic noise
Once again I have lost the tip
Off my favourite pencil
This time though I fear
However lateral my exploration
Or thinking, the top is gone
My peace is shockingly shattered
By a scruffy little dog
The owners words not mine
