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...Odd Bark

Shep sprints---

up hill,

'cross streets,

'round bend,

down again,

---after a bus.

Little legs pump,

feral hair thrashes,

nostrils flare,

breath catches fire

blood ruptures his veins.

Shep,

bites at tires,

howls,

scratches at the door.

Metro number seven halts.

On all two's,

Shep crawls

aboard.

---William James, 3/2/2008