My beloved dog, sweet, gentle rescue. A joyous walk every day,
sniffing, pawing, hunting, hurrying ahead. In the Spring, I need to be cautious.
Our fawn-colored dog, a killer. Voles, squirrels, baby rabbits.
I, the vigilant human, snatch back over and over just in time.
The leash prevents massacres, fur and blood flying.
A baby bunny rabbit, tiny, hidden under the leaves.
Sniff, sniff. In a second, one scared, black shining eye,
in Moka’s mouth, stared right at me. Grab, gulp, gone.
Nature barks.
Originally published in Red Fern Review
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