Dog Days, Dog Years

Sulum Canis Has Suus Dies *

fleet of foot,
i ran from her

across paths
crossed by black cats

into forests full
of paper lions

felines, all
in estrus

lying, in wait

but i,
(of canis yet packless),
slipped away
into the night

running the rut plow of fields
fording the false bottom of rivers
scaling the switchback of mountains

coming to rest
in the sleepwalk of a waking dream
coming to rise
in the wide awake of a sun giant

out of the shadows
the hunted, now the hunter
your protector

fleet of foot,
i run to Her

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