the dog, not knowing you at all,
off his leash, running free,
bites your leg as you stroll
by enjoying the morning sun.
just one bite, a growl, a snarl,
then the vise of his jaw
upon your calf.
it almost tears your pants,
but doesn't.
still there is a bruise,
no blood, just a purple
line of teeth imbedded,
in your skin.
was he hungry, angry at you?
did he disagree with your beliefs?
it's hard to know what
anyone is thinking
these days, people or dogs.
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