Saturday, January 15, 2011


Dog enters the room
She runs
She screams
She climbs on the couch
She hops up and down
She squeals
She screams
She recoils
Knees bent
Head down
Elbows up
I move quickly to comfort her
To protect her
To have her cling to me
Arms around my throat
Knees in my gut
My first thought
Is ...
For the poor dog

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