Hey everyone!

• Almost everyone made the link between home and songs (or barking, or barking songs), which I find quite poetic. Then again that was the point of my personal entry, so I might be biased, or have biased you guys. :P
• Having "home" as a theme, of course "noisy neighbours" kind of self-imposed as a popular topic. That is a very very human thing to complain about, which make these haikus all the more sincere. Of course, the given words helped - clowns are particularly prone to noisiness, and barking is generally considered loud.
• What's interesting is that the word "guard" was used both as a noun designating a paramilitary solution to neighbouring issues, and as a verb evoking shelter and warmth (in a word, "home"). It tragically highlights our political duality regarding home: a place to cherish and grow together, yet a territory to own and defend from others.
• To close the subject of neighbouring issues, I think "we might call the guards..." wins the award of passive-agressiveness. Please notice the use of "might" to infer we don't want to 'cause we're a nice guy but we'll definitely do it if our demands are not met, beautifully concluded by suspension points to let the threat sink in. Nice work.
• I love how the verb "bleed" has been used and how it seems to mix with wine (and songs) in a somewhat painful longing for home. "Gloves soaked of wine we bled songs" strikes me as a really good image, highly evocative.
• Last but not least, I can't not mention the beard home. Why? Well, it's the beard home. Look at how "the beard home" is repeated at the end of the two first verses, how it's literally the only information given in the first phrase. Feel the emphasis that it creates, how vividly it ties these words together. Most of the time we read stuff without even acknowledging the words used. Here we have no choice: it's the beard home. Whatever image pops in your mind, it will now be forever recalled when you see these words again. The beard home.