an elusive scent

this is not good, this is sleeplessness, for such a large part of the nght,
to much food in the evening, too much beer at night.
Reflux pain.

And at four the dogs go berserk barking their stupid heads off.
Get up, go to the front hall
The brother is there, the dog gets let out.
Runs up and down outside in the dark, chasing an elusive scent.

Wish the brother a good remainder of the night.


It is light, it is nine in the morning.
On a hill over Lismore
Waterford and Tipperary