Orchestral Disharmony.

It is dark
 the dogs bark
not one, two or three
seven in glee
one whines the whole night
 the other whimpers slight
 another one cries aloud
 the fourth one  from the shroud
 hoodwinks all with its noise
the fifth has its own choice
 barks and whines in between
the last but one has been
 out of order for a time
the seventh one as usual
blows out its voice  in a ritual
could I call it as an orchestra?
 one not of a symphony
 but of a nightly disharmony.