Dogs Bark at What They Don't Understand

gray0328

 

 

The moon rises, blank as paper,  

a puzzle too far for small minds.  

Dogs bark at the foreign sky,  

their voices tethered to simple truths.  

 

They bark at shadows without breath,  

at rustling leaves spun by wind,  

at the creeping shapes of dusk

all the unspoken, felt in their chests.  

 

I’ve been that noise, have you?  

Loud against what feels vast, unknown,  

snarling at questions too big—  

like why love sometimes runs away.  

 

Or why silence can feel so sharp,  

why hands let go, though they cling.  

Dogs bark, not knowing to trust,  

not realizing the sun will return.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 2nd, 2026 11:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Friendship, sorenbarrett
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  • Friendship

    Well worded. Your poem explores the notion of fear and misunderstanding in the face of the unknown. It draws a parallel between the instinctual reactions of dogs barking at what they do not comprehend—and human responses to the complexities of life, particularly in matters of love, loss, and silence.

    • gray0328

      Thanks for sharing your feedback I appreciate it

    • sorenbarrett

      Such a lovely thought and written so well about our best friend. We too that bark at what we don't understand. A fave



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