Lightning,
would retrieve nothing.
throw a ball and it would look
at you
wisely
and say with his brown eyes.
really?
you threw it, you get it.
he'd lie
there in his puddle of sun
the whole day
until dinner was served.
maybe a tail would wag
or on occasion,
would bark when
the mailman
passed by.
but all in all he was a lazy dog
not fit
for a name like
lightning.
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