Under my hand you hurtle, silken and fangsoft
Bright brindle boxer, deliriously dewlapped,
Playing the predator, playing the prey,
Seeking the certainty of another again –
And again and again and again and again;
Reminding me, half-absent human,
Of my own bounding brindle, for whom the great game
Of again and again stopped long, long ago. 

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