Updated: Sep 16, 2021
Old dog.
Bitten.
We were both bitten.
Man-made teeth tore porcelain just like paper in postage.
Your bite was careless in a box.
Mine a paper clip.
Marked and unwanted.
A nuisance.
Shadow dog – do you play in the midden?
Where newspaper holds you hairless,
Lettered stains of lowercase .
How we both fell from shelves to plains.
Oh blanket!
Bite faster in future,
Not twice to be made shy.
- Nathalie Viruly