Four Dogs Howling At The Moon

Racing through the night
Washing my eyes with stars
Grass wet beneath my naked feet
A horned toenail

Dark blue night
Running through my salivating tongue
Moist rocks oozing dew
Saw three dogs but sure were four

One dog black and big and strong
One brown and calumniously tempered
One gray and energetically menacing ribbed bones
Saw three dogs but sure were four

Barking rancorous chorus
Smelling every piece of shit
Reaching wet noses to the air to catch a whiff of food
Stopping to paw some fleas
What cold means?

Trampling, stumping and jumping
Wagging our tails
Licking our penises
Corralling the world with our urine
Scratching the ground with our assess
Four dogs howling at our moon
Four dogs howling at our moon

RC