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Oren R.

My Dog Speaks:

You don’t know what my dogs says to me,
because she communicates through barks, yips, and howls.

One black brow furrowed
curiosity.
Ears half cocked
attentive.
Both standing
alert.

She prefers the rut,
carved by cars in the snow.
Well, it is grippier there.
She tap dances round the kitchen,
her nails go click, click, click.
Well, I should have fed her earlier.
She shoves my hand away when I try to pet her.
Well, can I touch your face flick, flick, flick?

“Hey Rosie, here is a grape.”
She catches it deftly in her mouth,
but just as quickly spits it out.
The saliva encased glob smacks the floor, thwack.

My dog is a confusing being,
her likes and dislikes are many,
and occasionally she has odd ways of expressing them.
But if you listen between each yap, yelp, and woof,
her message is quite clear.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]