The dogs assure me by makyo

The dogs assure me

Story by makyo on SoFurryAugust 2017~1 min read

Originally published in Civilized Beasts II

The dogs assure me:

There are volumes of meaning —

Life and death —

And time;

Past, present, future —

In the scent of a rotting fish left after the flood,

Or a trace of scat,

Or the coyote, long passed,

But not everyone reads poetry.

I'm not so lucky, all told:

The rich scent of meaning —

Heady, intoxicating —

Rises only from words

And the way you rest your hands on the table.