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By Jonathan C., Hingham, MA
Nose to ground,
scents to come,
paths to tell,
dead marked.
Pricked up ears,
spot found,
perches on
human bed.
Looks around,
lifts a leg,
urine falls,
drops a leg,
ambles on.
Paths to tell,
scents to come,
nose to ground.
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
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