white tail limitations – August 9


white tailed hind quarters

disappear into the late dusk



across the street a pale fawn

cocks its rear leg in

statue form.


the dog notices none of it,

or all, large animals being

beyond his ken


but let a squirrel frisk fifty

yards away and he is

upon it


you have to know your

limitations he tells me

with a wag.


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