skinny dog
The skinny dog who runs through the nights, who lives in my dreams, has long clever legs and a wet nose. She speaks with a voice as clear as a bell. We walk by the river and she comes up to me holding a white rabbit between her teeth. The rabbit is wearing clothes. When the dog opens her mouth to speak, rabbit falls out and scampers away, shirt tails flying in the wind. I stay the dog with my hand, and reach into my pocket for a treat, pulling out a pebble and a spider. She does not want either, so I eat them both myself.
Reno said,
July 6, 2009 at 1:36 am
I love how you always manage the most perfect final sentence
thebeardedlady said,
July 6, 2009 at 6:53 pm
Thanks Reno! Nice compliment
I’ll be putting up some new stuff later in the week.