Duty Calls

some days i write
and it is easy.
it feels right,
it feels done,
and i sit back contented.
other days i worry it
like a dog
with a bone
and it refuses
to lie down
and rest
it calls me back
time and again,
the stubborn mutt
that will not
give up the rabid bark
of incompetent alarm.

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