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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