Wednesday, 24 April 2013

hounded

A dog barks into the stillness,
the hollow rasp of its voice
like the unsheathing of blades.
Cold iron slicing across the flesh of dawn.
 
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  1. Maggie Grace26 April 2013 at 19:39

    Such intense words. I know how agitating it can be to be awakened by a barking dog outside. The image you paint is one of a snarling ferocious dog. Scary.

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