I wish I had a dog's maturation
Saturation
Over the years of lying still
Licking paws, watching like dumb children
And learning strife through food and sleeping mats
They whine when the fangs sink in
They dine when the snake's been slain
The dark thought of Poison in their hide doesn't
Stagger them or make them stammer
They live on and breathe smilingly
The sun.
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