The Dogs Make Me Dance


I jump up and down
when I see a pup.
The one with
half closed eyes
whines, while I
yell in a distraught.

It is different
when I see a dog.
I run pulling
the hurt right knee.
The dog chases.
snarls with bared teeth.

I fear none other.
The heart pounds.
It is the dog
and the dog alone
makes me dance.

 

 

 

 

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