No One is Alone

I shake my head,

a rattling of words

to be heard.

My dog gnaws

at her bone.

She and I

are not alone.

I have my words,

she has her bone.

Out in the yard

a crow caws

from a tree.

My dog gnawing,

the crow cawing,

unraveled words

defined

and arranged

into this poem.

Including me,

no one is alone.

                 -30-

Chris Hanch 3-14-2023