#278 - when the first stick was thrown

 

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when the first stick was thrown

(a dog’s philosophy of firstness)

 

for Mirri (and Dael and Rick too)

 

 

we were running along a beach

comfortably mastered

and must have washed up

(no longer dusty having sea rolled)

 

chew on this that

what’s to hand

looking for something lost

 

it is true to acknowledge a measure of distraction

from here to as far as…

 

bone before as I believe

deep in the dog to follow

 

so yes think back to first light

the one day

breeze picks up

 

it was already a kind of belonging

the first woof might have been a fire

 

smell that!

how is it possible?

 

stretch and fetch downward facing

bowl was full and gnaw

 

then we were all by the collar

out and later off the leash

 

watch the throwing paw

hear hum

I love to fawn

 

it was an inquisition of

in the air all reach

and sometimes snap

can’t help it

must have been nipped in the litter

 

come along slowcoach

follow a track

be home

wonder how?

 

come to the matter at hand

now nuzzle

cast all irrelevance aside

 

roll over for rub

little whimper

and turn tail too

 

some of us are persistent chewers

just as with a rosary

or you will say ‘devotion’

so appetite and stim

 

bark up a tree

never know

 

of course there would be rounding up

the chase all tail

moon to howl

hot on the heel

leap fences

drive them in

 

you know it was dogs

tricked up a sun

by savage snarl

no need to have a pup

 

go on – lick this

heel, sit, etc

tricks and down

but sneak a little in

(as from the cat’s bowl –

who will know?)

 

it’s lick or be licked in this world

that’s in the DNA

and every hound to suit a self

some sly dingo planted the flag once for beginning

wolves have gone to the pack

 

are you with me?

and

where have you gone?

they have a mind of their own 

it’s something in the posture

 

show teeth

low growl

that was the business

 

panting alert

and mind your own

fetch and dig

 

such burials!

leg lift and sniff

 

stand in the air to dream the stick

 

treasure is come again and you’ll know

but I’m not ever telling