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Dog broke into the yard,
attacked the tiny poodle.
snapped its back, its neck,
ran off into the woods.
Dog just did it out
of spite or jealousy,
not hunger
‘cause it left
the poor thing
intact and lying there.
Now it’s a dog
on the run
in forests of
its ancient ancestors,
maybe guilt-ridden,
maybe fearful,
as if it heard the
man in the hardware store
swear, “I’ll shoot
that mutt on sight.”
Maybe it’ll meet
up with a mangy pack,
all yelping and growling
rutting, running wild
The trees could be anything
as the sun drops down
and dark flies high
its skull and cross-bones.
Wild dogs are on the move.
Dead dogs are in the hands
of loved ones.
And we don’t need the news
to tell us that.
