Lines To My Animal — Dean Baker’s Poetry and Songs

I watch my dog hunting among the grasses: for burrowed mice and swallows He is himself unusually adept at camouflage; snuffling more than discovery allows The mild reflecting light of middle December has not yet shut down the dream I become with him: wild and unforgetting, caught by a furious king in temporary need ©Dean […]

Lines To My Animal — Dean Baker’s Poetry and Songs
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