Dogs in the morning light,
Paws marking the floor,
Tongues lapping at the door,
Live lives in tiger’s eyes.
Dogs in the morning dew,
Streaks the window pane,
Streaks cross the fertile plain,
I cannot name but a few.
Should I unlatch the gate
Closed since two thousand one?
Should I go unleash the beast
That calls to me to run?
Beyond this homely hound
Of jaw-hawking dusk,
The nose-diving husks
And pockets of teeth
Scattered in the pink light
Of cloud-infested sky,
The mockery of shyness
Diaphanous as the night.
Would it please you to wait
For eternal permission?
Would it likely endanger
Your personal mission?
A cat in the midnight light,
Beyond hearing, beyond sight.
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