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He Only Wanted to Play - Aug. 13, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Aug 13, 2025
  • 1 min read

on the path by the creek

with the master watching,

I see a German Sheppard

Tango, or is it Foxtrot,

with a coyote

 

the young, boisterous wildling

parlays the game of play with

an equally game comrade, and

together break the belief that

sly coyotes hate dumb dogs

 

for whatever reason they frolic

with gusto and joy until

another dogwalker approaches

the madman who kicks the scene

 

waving his arms and yelling

chases the wild one off

casts it from his life

as we all watch it run

 

making me wonder when

was the last time he let

his own heart out

of its cage

 
 
 

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