Sunset in the Eyes of Critters around the World.

Dogs bark wildly to one another.
They seem to be distracted
by everything alive.
Like little children,
they chat impatiently,
talk simultaneously,
around the neighbourhood.

But we are all animals here.

Cats sit on the fence,
contemplating a sky
criss crossed by airplanes.
They seem to be dreaming
of something.
Of flying perhaps
Or of taking a bite
out of the wounded sunset.
And who can blame them?
The clouds themselves
seem to chew
on that heart of light.

As I watch over them,
I can feel my own mouth watering.
Does the sky taste of birds?
I flew a couple of times,
It tastes like everything else.
Divine, the first time.
Then you get used to it
and it gets bland as stale bread.

As the night timidly approaches
all sound goes to sleep in the ground.
I can finally hear the music
over the arguing voices.
You will learn about these things
in your own rythm.
In your own time.