The sun dogs will root me out of my burrow to freeze in a Midwest snow, without haystack or bookstall to hide inside and huddle out the plummeting white. Delighted, the sun dogs will dress themselves in my skin and,
The Sundogs
They tear up my poems when I come too near. The biggest ones kill everything as though everything is meat. They run in packs, they are unduckable. The little ones in training use dewclaws. They are practicing rudeness, boos. Last