Monday, December 13, 1993

Dogs

My dogs never have leashes -
uncontrollable are they.
I fear for them.


Dog catchers are nasty.
But even the best catchers
are too slow for them.


If I call for the dogs -
they run even further.


One day they will come back -
all of them.
And lick my face while I lie
on my back on the grass.
And I'll let them.


But until then -
damn those stupid dogs!

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