The early-hour low rumblings
of B-doubles passing the edge
of the Broken Hill caravan park
are interspersed by the intrusive sounds
of distant caterwauling.
The flimsy canvas of our camper-trailer
provides no effective barrier
to the wailings of the smug creatures
desperate to advertise their proximity
and hoping to find partners to their lusts.
offer their puritanical barkings
to command the cats’ silence.
The canines rule,
but only for a moment;
the needs are insistent.
© Ken Rookes 2012