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Leaves and Leafy Grassiness
We sleep on each other, lick on each other, run around and nip on each other, we are wholly 'each other,' personalities hid in the ruff and fur around our necks and the snaggle of our teeth. We wag in unison heart-timers synchronized. When out in the big smell we seek every scent that sprout's from the muddy baths and the great wafting sky-waves that call to our blood to come join, come lope and snuffle. The trails of other's drives us crazy, we roll in bundles of ecstasy, squat, squirt and snap at the thick odiferous airs then inhale the news from every rump we greet. Under our skittering paws leaf and grass, spatter and scatter as we charge into each other. What are these leaves of grass? Each one could be a page in poem of sniff and scratch. The wind threads through our snouts and we shake our heads until our brains rattle in wonder. Old Walt Whitman forgets to mention us, but deep within his far pacing musings we are there like an itch. When he pauses his pen to nap and dream our breathy huff huffiness tickles his toes.
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