Dog growls in his sleep, an
exhausted groan. Dog dreams
of a great bear, a whitish bear
lumbering from green patches
surrounded by ice to the horizon.
Dog doesn’t move but as he sleeps
his paws twitch. A postman approaches.
A tiny speck of blue-grey leaning
into the wind-driven snow. Dog
calls to him, warns him. This is
dog’s land. Dog farts, continues
to sleep, dreaming of hot summer
barbecues and charred scraps of meat.
Dog’s tail sweeps slowly left to right.
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