That Second Hand Music Poem by Richard Provencher

That Second Hand Music



A path in shadow
from overhead branches,
claws launching into
a dog's howl

one pup staring
at the sun, warmth
on his back
arrows in his side

and the pain
now bearable as
numbness is soothing;
an eagle heads
for the nest.

Such memories
tease me back
into childhood
dreaming.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A forest is filled with survival of its creatures, and this domestic dog learns an encounter with a majestic predator ends badly.
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