A Dog Barking A dog barking at regular intervals reminds me that I am not alone, he wakes the morning with his growing sense of injustice, he warns the day, his eager rage renewed against fits of sound that interrupt the hours. Tonight he'll dream with moonlight and starlight, chase shadows across a kissed field, wake with dew in his eyes. Byron Beynon   If you have any comments on this poem, Byron Beynon would like to hear from you.