Monday, 15 December 2008

Flying the Dog


I fly the dog like a kite
avoiding the power lines
Rottweilers
puddles



I edit him back to the bone
that squeaky chop focus
the spring and skip
the senior pup



I steer him clear as satnav
up ginnel and ley line
Taut leash
Skirting the block



I score him the home run
Light of ligament
Rhythm simper and stop
plipping drool in crystal water
Fur on felt snoring

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