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  • Gary Hunter

Dogs still Howl May 28, 2020

far from the wolfing pack

and piney trails of long ago

where midnights never spared

the choir of off-key relatives

are the clear nights of today

where each creature in our species

has an aching song their urge melody

a cry of longing that traffics the skies

and like the wild dogs of old

still craves to hear what’s sounding

over the next ridge


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