Lit

 

Fever pitched, his ears stood high as he ran

past grasses, concrete and smells of the night.

The lead was taught as I followed, breathless.

 

The ancient, foreign sounds of his species –

the trail of scent and quickly learned familiarity,

a narrow passage to safety.

 

Near the house he stopped, suddenly distracted.

His eyes were lit by the call of his wildness.

 

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