shouts flinging barking flying all kinds
all kinds of motion for a moment
then my white curls rise so much space
combed by frigid breezes but the view—
all this green I tromped and would have
chewed in a little while all my
sisters and brothers standing close
and those two watching and watching
and I only understood why today
as these little hooves bounded up
but not in play toward the mountain
winged away but there was a pull
a gentle red trickle gave me
some warmth in a blue made of cries
Tag: hooves
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Perhaps there is something more, but with
the pressure of an undigestible
chicken knuckle cartilage nugget
pressing perhaps a breathless sip of
weed killer with lime, but no, that’s notthe monster I want to feed though a
look at my neglected hooves shows me I
have made the usual mistake of
trying to coin a word thatmeans checking to see if the dog wants
to learn to dance as a small way to
lengthen my displeasure with this workwhich is far from interesting, but
keeps me flush with fresh digital badges
other animals 