Baghdad isn't here

Baghdad, Isn’t Here.

The rhododendron loses its petal, it is September
the twilight is sepia soon it will be dark, sparrows
that live in the bush are flying in, and argue before
settling down. Dogs that have been sleeping all day
are alert now waiting to be fed, the night before they
worked as a team and chased a starving dog out of
the village, nothing a mere human can do about that
unless he wants another dog, but beware, before you
know it there are five hungry dogs fighting their way
to your door. Dogs that live amongst us may not love
us as much as we think, they will, however, defend
their food source to the end. It is dark now, the waning
moon casts a pale light, a mild breeze exhales easily
and it is a good time to be alive.