Dish Plays Pitter-Pat (Poetry)

The dish has been there
for many years now
high up on the wall
just the other side
from where our bed is

They woke us with their
inconsiderate
drilling — 8 am
no warning given
we made a complaint

The landlord took no
action as far as
we could tell. The dish
remained — played a tune
whenever it rained

Annoying at first
its dull percussion
varying in speed
water’s own music
written by weather

We got used to it
it’s kind of soothing
improvisation
random pitter-pat
like a jazz solo