Min Pin In Moonlight

There he stands, small-- a shiny black dog silhouette on striped brown planks of house deck; his pearl black eyes gleaming in moonlight. He has eaten his fill-- his long stick legs still supporting his belly hammock-style. His cropped sausage tail points to a constellation-- a gathering of stars he cannot see due to mist surrounding the moon. "Look at me," the moon invites. "Yes," the Min Pin whines-- then "No," he whimpers. It's the shiny buck in the field he seeks as his companion. Prev. Published on MEDUSA'S KITCHEN