good boy: spring at dusk
by freaque
Thu, 02 Apr 1998 20:29:28 -0600

i was looking out the window
to see what the dogs were barking about:
hounddog had a bird down.

he was biting it,
jumping back when it beat its wings.
mainly he was batting it
or pinning its wings with his paws.

another bird would dive at hounddog,
then find another branch to launch from .

shrill sounds from the diving bird.
i didn't hear the grounded bird make any sound
except the smack of the wingtips.

i went to put my boots on,
pull a jacket over my head;
step out, take the bird and break its neck.
i thought that would make a good  poem.
it was dead when i got there.
i patted hounddog's head
after double-checking.