Dog Beach

I launches me haunches

& front paws, because–

my nose chose for sniffin

w tongue hung from jaws


my hurry all furry

my joy buoyed by chase

of winged thing, or stick flick

or jog-dogging race–


from furious curious

all fun run, I play

w beasts meets

by butts greets

at each beach all day…

About Charron's Chatter

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

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