Suddenly there is need for one more dog.
Thick sawdust becomes
bedded with urine and dung,
I tread a rush of horns and tusks, hooves and talons,
squawk and squeal of spine and snout,
the clatter of plank. The slow business of settling
into the monotony of incessant rain,
with the matter of this other dog
begging some attention.
Copyright © Dorothy Mahoney. Originally published in Off-Leash (Palimpsest Press, 2016).
A retired high school teacher, Dorothy Mahoney enjoys walks with Oliver, their Old English sheepdog.