on the dhole
clan of clicks and tin wolf
whistles stops and tricks
kali's hound dogged red dawns
distance from den through glimpsed
window of grass-blinds drawn
roughneck three pack
a meal with break fast race past
waters teeming to game a fawn cock
your muzzle squeeze the gun
to nose bang on bite pluck gut
tight and never let go now come
relief for these young yawns
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