Bones

A dog said hello to me today-
I replied with best manners,
although I find the canine tongue
tough to approximate.

He said he wanted bones.
I said i’d get them.

Returning bearing armfuls
of marrow, shattered ivory
ripped from tusky ribcages
and stunned livestock

I came to see red fur on red
fender, and I carried him away.

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4 Responses to Bones

  1. Jingle says:

    wow,
    smart metaphor…

  2. Jingle says:

    Happy Friday.
    Hope you well…

    Join Poets Rally or Monday Poetry Potluck any time if you wish…
    🙂

  3. Photodiction says:

    A most unexpected twist – with well drawn connections.

  4. apt piece..
    Glad to find you here…

    wishing you the best.
    share one piece with us today, make more friends…

    bless you.
    xx

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