Pet a Poet: The Wolf

Sunday, August 2, 2009

The Wolf

My dog is bloated, his barrel chest A whorled pie. Only a gorging wolf could be akinned and skinned Like this teaser, Like this banter and this mixed bag Of command And subterfuge. Not a hint of wanderlust--but the wolf comes sauntering To the door. He is, I’d venture, less than a year on Those... Sign in to see full entry.

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