7.14

two eyes staredown, the hot

cat yawn. nonchalance under

stress. never let ‘em see

you sweat.

lick that fur as if nothing

can bestir, ears forward

telling the truer story

of alert.

no movement. the dog takes

to his hide, while one moves

off to claw the rug in relief.

Wyatt, Doc, the Clantons all

stare hard-eyed and finger

their triggers. the OK corral

has nothing on this.

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