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THE LOST DOGS
2. The Stray Dogs
A. Romance Of The Black & Tan Dog
He sat watching her - dark, compressed, as if
his entire head had been pushed in by thumbs.
Broad, in shadow. His discus form thrown over her.
She was a sprinter - a splintered twig, highly strung, a lean
mean tan dog, sunlit. Her eyes half shut.
When the time came for 'selection' - age, health &
temperament - he would not be chosen. He was too
sulky, beaten-up & of himself.
She was smaller - lighter, giving her the advantage.
If only she wouldn't twist & yelp when they came to
collect her.
During that hour - each time she came
up to my hands through the wire - I touched
her velvet nose, shiny black with health. And her squinting
in the sun. Then she turned & went back to him. |
