weak sunlight
sneaking through the clouds
cold shower
© Rachel Green June 2021
My poor dog
terrified by other dogs;
bees, cats, people;
plastic bags driven by the wind,
and for some reason, the printer.
The first click of it's gears
sends him running outside
to hide in the garden for an hour
until he's coaxed inside,
where he cowers close to anyone but me:
the necromancer who makes machine
whisper promises of death.
© Rachel Green June 2021
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