Hot Breath

Canine king, find me, follow me

Whether dinnertime or downtime
Hot breath on my heels
Chops pressed ‘gainst my calf

Clickety-clacking claws, be unwilling to leave me be

Guard my steps, as I’m prone to frolic with frogs
Looking in wrong places for princes

No sixth-sense nonsense, your love

ink dogs

An abrasion there, on an inky finger, both hard-earned

Zest and zeal in the palm of a humble hand

Awestruck there

The noise is different down here, though

Mad-dogs and hurricanes at your back

A inhumane society nipping at random achilles

Sleepless here