< peter >

[rayheinrich]

"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)
day-dreamed as he walked
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)

and then
under a dark oak
he saw a pamphlet

peter flipped the pamphlet open with his good paw
and he read
(something he'd learned from his years on the road)
of the second coming of Christ

the pamphlet said this coming was eminent
and that he
should be prepared

a second coming?

but then his nose interrupted him
the scent of fresh mouse was in the air
the hunt was on!

but as he ran he couldn't help but think
how wrong the pamphlet was
since Christ came every day
by 8 am

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