Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Puppy

The Cold.
Everywhere
Bites
Chills my Bones.

A pup, soft, brown
Lured by a sweet smell
Hers
Trots merrily to the ends of eternity
She Calls.

The Red Bricks.
The Yellow Brick Road.
Shakes.

Pup's Paws stretch to the vortex of being
It hears her breath, Feels it
It’s Warm.
Her Eyes Bore into His
Singing a song
He wags

And Jumps in her Lap
She laughs.
He touches her.
Paws embrace.

The Shivering stops, Touch
Her fair hair caress Him
Her arms taunt his paws.
His cuteness eats into her.
Woof.

The Seconds Stop.
A dream.
Pup sees a tree.
Big and Green.
With Bones – White and delicious
Hanging
He lunges for it

The Sky suddenly darkens

Thunder

Little Pup is Afraid.
Yelp Yelp.

She vanishes,
The Pup barks.
The drenched and brown pup,
Barks
And is run over by an Audi driven by a tycoon's son.