god's dog in a December meadow in this life
everything ends every moment counts
and she remembers
her puppies their fathers the moon-filled nights
everything ends
now out in her meadow the ravens and eagles pull
at her muscle
now her front leg that pained her so is quiet as
is her voice
everything ends for a moment
her yips and howls ride the wind
what ends only begins again
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