Kalu and Angel OR Beware of Dog Part 2

Apparently another meeting

with Angel and Kalu was meant to be.
Angel, the announcer of rank outsiders
as they try to enter the premises
either knows my smell or
has become softer or
is too troubled by the heat
to care as much.
There’s a series of dutiful
yet forceful barks
only in the night and
only till the gate has been crossed
after which there is zero interest
in me while Kalu opens an eye
and simply goes back to sleep.
Kalu is clearly a morning dog
walks with me to gate and door
quietly passing on news
of a peaceful night.
Having been a dog-fearing person
I’m startled to note the joy rising
within when I am barked into the house
and gently walked out of it.


This poem could be a sequel to this one:
https://dailyriyaaz.blogspot.com/2023/04/beware-of-dog.html