what a gift

i bring home a warm soul

a bouncing tail

a warm tongue

what a gift


its nature is wild

it runs with delight

happy panting

what a gift


it misbehaves

who will teach it what to do

a man is tired of such acts

does he forget his gift


lashes of leather

cries of death

what a gift


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