The Chase

every time I hike,
my dog
a deer leg.
when it muscled
through ponderosa forest,
now little remains,
except for hoof
and shinbones, attached
by tendon and fur.
The beasts of the woods
have already hauled off
all they can devour.
As far as flesh goes,
it’s slimpickings—
not even a thimbleful.
But my dog is satisfied.
At home,
resting his head
on his forelegs,
he hungers
as he dreams
of the chase.

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