Fewer Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

there's been attrition......
.the list is dwindling....
I've had to change the map...again....
our properties are large enough
to accommodate the burying of our friends...
some ferns...a rosebush....
a place of quiet for each...
..........stand close...their voices can be heard...
.I add my own..
sing
along with their barks.....
.their ululations...
see their colors against the dusk....
I raise my arm...an imaginary tennis ball flies...there's a scramble.... claws on gravel...a dust cloud....a victor emerges...
..panting...
heads cocked, 'choose me...I'm ready...
one more...this time it's mine......'
. viscousities....individually recalled.....

nasi umidi....

dogjoy...no better sight or sound





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