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A Terrible Poem By A Good Dog

buck-noble-wyoming

Smells.
I will smell them.
Tree.
I will smell it.
Tree.
Smell this one, too.

The Guy does not smell things,
Or if he does makes a big deal out of it:
Bending over,
Shoves his snout right in the thing.
The Guy is getting old;
Cannot smell anymore.
Maybe.
I don’t really know.

He could have the rope if he wanted it;
I just pull on it because I like to pull on things.

The deer down in the clearing
Is weak and
Chase it,
Nip the undersides where it’s soft,
Tangled on its own guts and
Down on the dirt:
The organs are the best part,
But tough.
Cats kill their food before they start eating;
You know what they say about dogs and cats.
Why do I know that?

That tree has not been smelled;
I will smell it.

2 Comments

  1. Buck Mulligan

    Buck has never killed a living thing. Ropes on the other hand, he murders by the yard.

    • Tor Haxson

      He lies to you about the killing.

      Do not look under the porch, unless you can handle the truth.

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