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[plumtreeblossom]

CHARLIE

Shy glances from the shadows
longing but wary.
Foes and comrades look alike sometimes,
don’t they?
We won’t bite, promise.

Here pretty dog...come over...

Our gentle invitation
draws you crab-walking, inching inward, tentative,
obedient but anticipating the kick, the rejection.
Rejoicing when the hands that greet you
have scritch-scratches and love.

Roll, beautiful girl!
Even as the night rain falls,
your little heart is a sunburst
and we three are friends.