Spray

Dog forges into the night
and prances back with incendiary stink,
slips into the house,
hey, look what I found!
Later, there’ll be a bath,
much scrubbing and whimpering and shaking,
but for now, the house can
prowl through darkened frosty fields
confident its prey will be confused
by the scent of a two-story skunk.

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