Two universes mosey down the street Connected by love and a leash and nothing else. Mostly I look at lamplight through the leaves While he mooches along with tail up and snout down, Getting a secret knowledge through the nose Almost entirely hidden from my sight. We stand while he`s enraptured by a bush Till I can`t stand our standing any more And haul him off; for our relationship Is patience balancing to this side tug And that side drag; a pair of symbionts Contented not to think each other`s thoughts. What else we have in common`s what he taught, Our interest in shit. We know its every state From steaming fresh through stink to nature`s way Of sluicing it downstreet dissolved in rain Or drying it to dust that blows away. We move along the street inspecting shit. His sense of it is keener far than mine, And only when he finds the place precise He signifies by sniffing urgently And circles thrice about, and squats, and shits, Whereon we both with dignity walk home And just to show who`s master I write the poem.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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