struggling I drug the old rolled up rug
to the curb for clean up day
on the way
I kept hearing voices
giggling
A dog barking
A puppy at play
I thought I heard some one
call out my name
when I got to the street and put the rug
in its place
I stood and looked around
up and down the street
into the early morning mist
no one was around
then
I heard it again
the laughter
the giggling
the puppy at play
some one called to me
it dawned on me
the sounds I heard
came from inside
the old rolled up rug
I placed at the curb
for clean up day
But here goes what I understood.
I feel that there is more to this poem than to the silly thing that came to my mind.
I was thinking that someone took the dog out for a walk and.. nevermind. I'll come back to read it again other day, to see what I understand.