In one of my nights
They came, seven dogs, at my window
And started barking on a high rock.
A single dog at the door is a pride.
But seven are not seven prides.
They started theirs and I mine.
They spoke very proudly on each others
Like men when they are seven.
I stopped mine as they went on.
I drew my curtain apart
And peeped through my window
There they are !
Alive, alike, and allied
With heads high and body pulled back
To speak to the peak, may be to the God!
I knocked on my windowsill to frighten them
Alas! they didn't mind and bother
Yes ! they are correct.
Why should they get frightened
When they are seven ?!!
