Posted by: Devin | October 22, 2016

The Meeting of the Pack 

“…and then, as the last of our broken playground hearts were rusting in the dust, 

a solitary mongrel spotted us and approached.  

And though his hackles raised, 

his teeth were never bared.   

Rather, as our icy shivers passed, 

a flag unfurled in friendship, 

and our spirits did align.” 

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