O righteous dog
those egregious turkeys
and bounding killdeers
who tramp the mission path!
Flush, Obi
those winged Thanksgiving dinners
and antlered Hopalong Cassidys
who thrush the brush
of our wooded retreat.
Flush, my boy
the strangers in the 'hood
the dogs in seersucker suits,
the ducks with jangly necks.
