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DOBERMANN Spare of flank and bright of eye he passed the quiet waters by hours or was it years ago Grown now a mean machine with forward-looming tripod stance angular head swivelling on pivotal neck Mighty in battle and fearing no evil he's positioning himself to be leader of the pack of prisoners in the house but still prostrates himself before what matters like the old man (it's a matter of form) and he's master of that Watch the terrible periscope of his eye as it rotates in the sesamoid skull muscles braced for at tack what is his prey? On an outing birds give an excuse to run like Nijinsky in three bounds he's gone on the wheels of the wind the warlock sheers and turns flying with birds and their shadows across the horizon When he returns you know he cares of what use is the majestic slope of those shoulders the massive shovel of the snout the chisel teeth and the hungry look of that serrulated chest? While we imagine he's a deterrant to thieves he's passing the time deconstructing furniture so when I come home the chairs lie in pieces the bed is unsprung then he fears both rod and staff and lies quaking outside Pardon your iniquity Leroi and the mischief in your heart today I looked outside to see a snowfield of feathers in the yard you killed a bird at last? Fiend! now you have murdered my pillow. Rosemary Raiche.