08 July 2006
holy dog laughs at you
The dog laughs and dominance
is established. She is a lady first,
but will take your finger for a stick.
When you realize the dog is holy
it all makes sense. Your intense love,
the profound sense of fun, the dreams
of running and ripping a rabbit to shreds.
The dog takes it all like a lady.
She runs with grace and is afraid
of loud noises, befitting a refined nature.
Opportunity exhibits demons she suckles.
She bares teeth lunges into the street and
hopefully you will see her in a couple days.
Holy dogs are rare indeed. How to spot one?
A pulchritudinous panting, a profound sense of calm
and the occasional massacred bag of trash.
