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Who Left the Door Open? August 23, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Aug 23, 2024
  • 1 min read

he  just home from work


in a blubber of tears  voice scaling


octaves of fear with words that


slip between tormented breaths



what if she’s hurt or suffering


out there all day in 120 degrees


I don’t want to find her dead


I couldn’t live without her



she a runaway scooped up by a neighbor


brought inside and given a nice


meal  cold water and playtime


before taking a nap together



Cutter the dog and Chance the owner


reunite in a wild scene of spinning


hugs  leaping kisses and a clingy


departure gushing with gratitude



the moral of this lucky ending?



          if you’re going to skip the part about


          IDing your dog with a phone number


          at least give it a 10-week course


          on how to speak passable English

 
 
 

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