Each night, in the darkness, there is something in the backyard that aggrieves my dog.
— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 3, 2021
His discontent is written in the stiffness of his body.
It is there, in his quick eyes as he leaps off the verandah, into the blackness...
His atavistic intent is terrible, and lovely.
Interesting that I wrote the tanka below, just 13 days ago, on May 21st about my little furball.
winter's night
— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) May 21, 2021
my little furball
in the unlit doorway
calls forlornly
to the darkness #tanka
