The unbitten

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Three dogs escaped from a yard,
two blocks from home the wind
suddenly became stronger.

Sensed the four-legged gang and ran.
The chase – the fall – the panic.
They halted, tails wagging.

Their formation cordoned off
an unsuspicious life. Picked up school-bag

and broken umbrella, trembling.

The nights that follow such days
are nights of fever.

Three injured toes healed slowly,
permanently destroyed toenails,

one for each dog.

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