The Work of Dogs

Like my young pup
I can’t resist nosing dead starlings
in the back yard of my heart.
I snatch up every one
in my well-fed jaws and dart.
Yell for me all you want.
I’ll come back when I’m done.


2 Responses to “The Work of Dogs”

  1. ned says:

    I don’t know how you do it, Rachel, with all the words and spaces in their exact places. This poem is great. Hell, they’re all great. We need to catch up in person… ned

  2. Just me says:

    I’m done.

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