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i kicked a dog

Posted to Action Poetry

Two friendly dogs crawled to me.
Their furs were rough and unwashed, and smelled like dust and blood.
Their noses were cold and exposed to the wind,
pointing towards the sources for the smells
of burning leaves and dried bird corpses.

Their huge pupils scanned the brown sky in every direction
like shy children wanting friends.
The larger dog let out a low whimper
and sniffed my leg and I scratched its head.

It bit my hand and ran away.
Its friend, the smaller dog, licked my new wound.
I kicked it in the face.