what my dog knows
the sun rose today.
cast shadows long on the floor that
grew into warm spots for
her to sit in.
the air fills her lungs, her little puffs
of pleasure and frustration,
the hot cloud of our
exhalation
that leads us down the trail.
there are ducks on the stream.
they float by twos
watching with wings untucked.
a lone coyote
in the meadow, concealed by
the pale color of the grass around it.
a rabbit carcass it discarded
there in the fold of the hill.
my dog's ears prick with warning
and i grip her leash
and grow taller against the
mountainside.
on we walk.
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