Sunday, August 21, 2016

No ordinary rustic

   My English dog and I
   went out for an after-
   noon stroll just now,
   after a voluminously
   heavy downpour. We
   were not the only ones.

   This extravagantly daz-
   zling fellow clambered
   several feet immediate-
   ly, and incredibly a-
   droitly, before our very
   eyes, after my fingers
   gently inquired if he
   were an elegant twig,
   blown upon the post to
   be admired. We admired,

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