in the garden late the other night
Henry's neck fur stood up
barely a moment of hesitation
in the darkness before charging
against some unknown trespasser
then the motion lights
flooding the yard like thunder
after the frozen scene of
a lightning strike
his shape outlined among the shadows
something in his jaw
unrelenting against my calls
the jet of the hose shot all the
way across the yard
© Erika Stanley 9.03.13
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