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| Pepi in Poppies |
Charging herds of cattle,
he convinced them to stampede--
They headed up and headed down
and headed straight at me.
Up to his neck in cold creek water,
he would take a little drink,
but when he heard bath water
he’d hide beneath the sink.
He yapped maniacally at quail,
but never caught a one.
Once he chased a slow coyote
deep into its lair,
then yipped his little head off
to make them all aware.
With an alpha close behind
my munchkin trotted back
as though he’d conquered Asia
and left them blind with fear.
The alpha stared a minute,
appraising both its prey--
It looked at him, and then at me,
then shrugged and loped away.
Sniffing holes near boulders,
for a little taste of rodent,
my friend again ignored my calls
and barked so loud a bobcat
scrambled by me down the hill--so fast
I never touched my knife.
Once he charged a dog as large
as a smallish bear, and the monster
squatted on his body--the Great Pepi
was simply trying to protect me.
Unable now to even move, he yelps
at death--I lightly cradle his head
and know from him I learned a little
about what it means to be human.
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