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| Sheaves of Grass **A Collection of Poems |
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| He just looked her up and down, more interested in the cocoa mix slathered on his muzzle and paws. The darts of hatred she shot at him merely glanced off his thick black fur, his groans of pleasure for her treasures found in an outdoor kitchen consuming his attention. Not even her protector, small pistol in hand, could deter the big black monster, a bully. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! into the wood pile. The bully looked up, but continued to preen, relaxed, long tongue a flag signaling his message, "Go away!" But she looked for rocks, despite warnings, "Get in the truck, Get in the truck," ready for the fight! Then that mammal stood up, and she looked up and jumped in the truck, no hard feelings, "Take the chips, the crackers!" Exaust pipe whispered, "have your fill, it's yours." He didn't even miss an oreo. |