On her four
Black-white her spots on-outside;
ears knife and dagger, very sharp;
looked at him; moved forward
while on her four; too smart
and in eyes massed questions.
Playful, with flirt, and in pain:
"Your joy-act, truly, with regret
degrades me with insults…"
She hated leash and chain.
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