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1. The second of a dog’s freedom

The dog passion swirls,

a circle after circle

luck of the minute’s will

angers rapid shoot.

Finally, out of the house,

feelings and flesh are delighted,

again, in circles, in circles.

Rejoice, dog Lord.

Be happy, dog’s joy,

fun, never much of them,

exalt, round and round,

dog, forget your trouble.

The girl, thin as well,

can’t bring pride down.

She laughs and rumbles:

well, who wins?

The dog can’t stop.

Revelry lasts a minute.

The beast in circles, in circles

spun a cheerful will.

2. The last second

An Airedale terrier. Not a year.

By pedigree, a princess.

For bite and gait, a prize

would have been hers.

Its dignity was plenty

for a Royal ball.

It didn’t save from death,

itself suddenly got it —

a second on the road

made the fatal mistake:

no poking of the cold nose

no grasping of the order.

3. A second of stray dogs’ life

In Goa, stray dogs

are countless, indeed.

No hunger – plenty of waste,

no cold – ninety degrees

give out warmth all season,

all clean – the sea is nearby,

shade? – trees are in thousands,

plus a breeze from the sea.

It’s like a stray paradise,

kind of Grand Hotel

only for homeless dogs.

No, a Grand Panel.

People are smart at swear,

good at beating a dog.

The low pass their layer

of distress on the more down.

Dogs protest: they

get together in troops,

and scare people at night

with a howl, filch-pinch.

An act of revenge to cyclists,

I’m one of them,

dogs eat up a trouser leg,

devour heart and soul.

4. A second in the mountains near Chittagong

Dismay. In the mountains near

Chittagong, I met a dog,

it looked so like a wolf,

gripped by fear, though.

A pack of dogs is evil,

separately, not, forgetting

the hatred, hurrying over

the petting, visibly showing

the need for a human caress.

Not fleeing. Itself made up

its mind to take a step

toward a covert weasel,

coping barely with fear,

allowing the back to stroke.

Sparkling hair sheen.

I hadn’t seen it at saloons.

So beautiful the comb was,

the gloss smelled like liberty.

Dog’s drama had aroused

and immediately resolved

the freedom and the feelings clash.