lying on gravel shoulder dark blood staining ground our ditch a green
background lifeless body to be buried in the back garden once so full
of life now still my throat constricting tasting death at 12 recalling the
puppy with one ear flopped over he sat with hind legs awkwardly splayed
to one side part shepherd part boxer with black bristly fur white ruff on
neck he would follow dad’s brown dodge to school and stay there all day
until he followed it home in the afternoon protecting our yard from all
danger darting after cars going by
a quick turn of the wheels was all it took
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