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"Blessed are the pure in heart:
for they shall see God." - Matthew 5:8
< peter >
the lost dog
(proud he'd made it
on his own)
imagined the small asian
wolves that were his
ancestors
imagined them as they
hunted mastodons in packs
as they brought them down
in a symphony of howls
(in truth, they ate mice)
then
under a dark oak
he saw a chewed-up envelope
peter flipped the envelope
with his good paw
and a note
spilled out
and he read
(something he'd learned
from his years on the road)
of the second coming of christ
and the note said
this coming was eminent
and that we
should all prepare
following his nose
he walked away
(the scent of fresh mouse
was in the air)
though he couldn't help
wondering about the note
since christ
came every day
usually by 8 am
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