Monday, August 27, 2018

Kerri Shying R # 500 - coursing for a passel of us


my little dog     bit me
fair on the arse    sleeping
those jaws  seemed
so much bigger    what
dreams   possessed him

coursing   for a passel of us

was he    flying   down a  hill
a phalanx of brown bums
ahead    or just   back beside
his mother  we are  both of us
     litter bugs   adrift


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