by John Grey
Beware stray dogs, don't you know that.
Okay, so I harped long and often
about avoiding strangers, but I meant
to include the mangy cur, the dumb
luck mutt scrambling in and out of
traffic, and especially the brute with
teeth bared and mouth foaming.
No, what I really meant was
be wary of the cute, fluffy stray,
the one that rubs against your leg,
looks up with sorrowful eyes,
skewers not only your childhood
fascination with all things small and living
but even borrows from your future feelings,
waylays you with how you will someday be drawn
to anything so unabashedly loving.
In other words, if in doubt, just
keep clear of anything and anyone.
And, whatever you do, don't carry it home
or let it follow you,
For now, make believe we are all you'll ever need.
More to the point, we already live here.