Dream book say black dog
That so? Well, he do what I say last night.
Fetch back to me
the puck I thoe
an wag is tail
Sister swore that were’nt like him
Sleek black fur an fulla beans,
ever shiverin muscle bent
to the pint of his eye.
One of them Labradors,
not my dog.
At were after the bombs fell, only
the sun were shinin an they weren’t
I thought they’d be.
©Barbara Fryrear 1998