Tag: dogs
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We feed the birds
every morning. Guineafowl. She waits and watches them… And from deep inside my brain I hear David Attenborough’s magnificent sharp whispered narration: The wonder of the truly unique, magnificent, african chicken. She continues to stare licking her lips, longingly, for please, should just once, fate be on her side, and a deliciously steaming hot chicken…
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Her name
is Patricia, and no, she’s not a stripper. She stands tall, firm and strong in her body. Regal, yet playful. Powerful, yet gentle. Easily amused by, and accommodating to the blundering admiration of this random stranger. She shifts her body closer to the makeshift fence. My hands find the delicious coarse hair, the huge stature.…
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It’s just a dog
So there’s no shame in dropping it into an acquaintance’s yard. All pre-arranged, neat, of course. It’s just a dog now left to the mercy of strangers as you carry on with your important life, relocating with a non-pedigree dog is so inconvenient, and expensive, really. He’s not just a dog, that first day in…
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There’s a gap
in the morning walkas the cool air poolsinto the indentationyour body leftbehind. There’s a holein my heartand I may slowly, eventuallybleed to death,the sticky red tearssnaking into the soil. There’s a cavein my soulwhere we used tocommune.Content,gloriousand uninhibited,our simple union. There a craterin my life,which only youcan fillDear One.And as our paths forkfurther apart.I long…