Tree-shaped Dogs

sundowners a’blowin’

I took my palm tree for a walk…

ears flapping like fronds

and truncated torso bristling…

–scalloped hackles the envy

of every wood-be pineapple in the hood,

but luckily

~for the wind~

it was all bark, and no bite.

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992