Her dogs attacked her
malled her in the middle of her perfect garden
I had to jump the fence to save her
she was pretty old by the time I got there
Because it took a year just to jump the fence
By the time I carried her upstairs she was elderly
all the bruises and bite marks had long healed
There was no need to give assurances
The reward was sweet and renewed me
The dogs who looked like savage killers
Now glistened in the second story patio
What could have provoked such a betrayal
what made them bite so ravenously
in the garden
The bigger mystery was
how did they outlive us
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