With his leathery black nose low to the ground, Reggie searches for purpose in these woods.
dusk hits and the clouds part above the Arbutus and Pine, their lacy streaks caught in the tops.
above, the moon waxing half full, is bright enough to cast shadows.
Reggie looks, alert, beady eyes trawl to the skies, but all cells in his blood cast long ago their inherent desire to pay homage.
somewhere,
a paw,
a sliver of moon reflected, a
slight shift in the wind.
Reggie lets a low bark and turns from the sound, running toward a faint whistle. the wild no longer his brethren.
dusk hits and the clouds part above the Arbutus and Pine, their lacy streaks caught in the tops.
above, the moon waxing half full, is bright enough to cast shadows.
Reggie looks, alert, beady eyes trawl to the skies, but all cells in his blood cast long ago their inherent desire to pay homage.
somewhere,
a paw,
a sliver of moon reflected, a
slight shift in the wind.
Reggie lets a low bark and turns from the sound, running toward a faint whistle. the wild no longer his brethren.
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