With a Whisper
in the tall summer grass
sun burnt earth smell
sisters run about
but I am hidden and still
they cannot see me.
softly I pat the dog
her head on the ground
in the game
she knows to be still be her tail tip
twitches
she's ready to spring
with a whisper.
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2011
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