It knows when you intend to starve it, keep it from what it needs, persuade it into danger, when you expose it to pain,
Our house underwater has risen like a submarine composed of a thousand particles of broken crockery and driftwood furniture and scoured porcelain to where
“No Dogs” the sign states, “Closed Sunset to Sunrise” Predawn: Hank-Puppy has already slunk through the space the chains allow the gate and rolls