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summer_jackel) wrote2011-01-08 11:21 am
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These Things Happen To Other People
I blame this bit of utter doggerel on They Might Be Giants, Kyn, and my collie's strong preference for Standard Poodle bitches as play companions. Perhaps a touch of, er, "inspirational credit" for
bloolark,
tailypo and my dance instructor as well, with your curly dogs.
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These Things Happen To Other People
I was bitten at the dog show.
It was quick: a light, sharp graze
And when I turned around and met eyes
darker even than his coat, and challenging
despite his ridiculous haircut,
I stepped back a little.
His handler did not seem to notice.
The other end of my leash wagged and bounced
exuberantly, and licked the scarlet from my hand;
He never became the kind of collie
who is stately and reserved.
We didn’t win that day, but it was fun.
The tall, fine Standard took best of breed;
I came home feverish.
And when the moon rose, heavy and red-stained
the pack did come.
Huge and bristling, yellow-eyed, starlight glinting
on their sharp eyeteeth;
And every last one of them perfectly groomed.
And so we run. In this hectic modern world,
It is hard to find safe places for the hunt;
But was it ever easy?
We have maps and plans, we know
where parkland can be found. There are
plenty of ... rabbits.
Our alpha has an SUV
and we all pile in back some Sunday nights;
a big, hot-breathed and happy mass of fur.
One time she got a speeding ticket;
I will never forget the cop’s expression when
I reached my muzzle out the back window
And licked his face.
Terror without understanding why;
It’s so beautiful.
And so the pack persists.
Sometimes I wonder
how we’ve gotten here, and why, and what’s the point
which is when I remember it is time to run
until there is no need of thinking anymore.
I’ve never taken best of breed
But I am still trying.
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***
These Things Happen To Other People
I was bitten at the dog show.
It was quick: a light, sharp graze
And when I turned around and met eyes
darker even than his coat, and challenging
despite his ridiculous haircut,
I stepped back a little.
His handler did not seem to notice.
The other end of my leash wagged and bounced
exuberantly, and licked the scarlet from my hand;
He never became the kind of collie
who is stately and reserved.
We didn’t win that day, but it was fun.
The tall, fine Standard took best of breed;
I came home feverish.
And when the moon rose, heavy and red-stained
the pack did come.
Huge and bristling, yellow-eyed, starlight glinting
on their sharp eyeteeth;
And every last one of them perfectly groomed.
And so we run. In this hectic modern world,
It is hard to find safe places for the hunt;
But was it ever easy?
We have maps and plans, we know
where parkland can be found. There are
plenty of ... rabbits.
Our alpha has an SUV
and we all pile in back some Sunday nights;
a big, hot-breathed and happy mass of fur.
One time she got a speeding ticket;
I will never forget the cop’s expression when
I reached my muzzle out the back window
And licked his face.
Terror without understanding why;
It’s so beautiful.
And so the pack persists.
Sometimes I wonder
how we’ve gotten here, and why, and what’s the point
which is when I remember it is time to run
until there is no need of thinking anymore.
I’ve never taken best of breed
But I am still trying.
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...My girlfriend says it's beautiful.
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Heh, I was almost tempted to do it as a short story, but I don't think I'm much with the prose right now, and it was punchier this way.
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One thing I wonder: When you are trying for best in show, who is your handler?
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Seriously, though, if I wasn't planning to love you forever regardless, I'd love you forever for writing this.
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I'm glad you liked it...a minimum of one of us had to do SOMETHING with the "lycanthropy via being bitten at a dog show" concept we've been batting around, after all, right? I will continue to await yours.
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I love it, though, very well written! (I'm super picky about poetry, too.)
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Bliss loves him some curly bitches. It's pretty hilarious.