The dogs of the yard
shape the throat of security
The blades in it´s bark
Looking down from the concrete water container
Aggressive lunges
The dog of the yard grins
The master pretending to be neutral
Making the yard it´s own by scent and smell
dead grass and dry turds the lawn taunts
Howling and slurping
The dog´seye sparking
Bite marks and flames
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