Cage

Here, this darker map of sand. Piss and otherwise. There, your steel bowls— water and dry food. The tarp blocks the sun’s worst,   but you keep to the shadows of your house. You’re a brooder— no pacing, no bark, bite indeterminate. From dark oblong of doorway,   yellow eyes give away nothing. Sometimes you emerge, pad across cage to…

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