Brian Nisbet poetry
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Home is Where the Dog Is

Scruffy
was a street dog

with a smoker’s bark
tousled hair
heart of steel;
tried to conceal
how much she cared.

Sleepy
head Jake

could spot a fake
at fifteen paces.
He knew mysteries,
not least, the zen
of dogginess.

Juno
the turbo dog

highly sprung
propeller for a tail
burr hung ears
hose pipe tongue
a chase me grin.

My
pack over years

ridiculously pleased
to greet me,
even in defeat.

A
man with a dog

is never homeless.

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