Bobwhite
Ever fierce pet dog
hunt you, running, leave
spear tip prints. No fear,
like angel said. (Could
be so wicked pain
worse, it mean.) Could be
orb-toe mountain cat,
out for snack—last time
white tail, today fat
bird. That trail-a-chicks
too small to matter. Bug
babies safe—hear?—for
all your howling and
tipsy mother act. It
do no good. Sayin’.
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