A path in shadow
from overhead branches,
claws launching into
a dog's howl
one pup staring
at the sun, warmth
on his back
arrows in his side
and the pain
now bearable as
numbness is soothing;
an eagle heads
for the nest.
Such memories
tease me back
into childhood
dreaming.
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