Wednesday, January 4, 2012

daily practice 3

torn up at five by her
screaming this morning
no sir we were not in for leisure
asked straight up to
choose up to seize
this very moment

with light i see her
hanging off the back
of the bedside footstool
by her now mangled paw
looking like old hide
looking skinned alive

I lifted her up
out of that
strange death hold
so began our day
she reminding me of things
i'd nearly forgotten

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