The Dog and Its Reflection
Still water and a black dog tasting flesh in her mouth
On a bridge as thin and fragile as a strand of hair
Passing over transparent flames, she saw her image
Howling over a dog tasting a gem of ruby
Ignited, Sophia plunged straight at the black lion
Anguished now in waves of wails, a white lamb helped her out
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2022
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