by Pamela J. Jessen
Do dogs dream?
Have you watched the spasmodic jerking
of their legs, heard
the soft whimpers and barks
and wondered what movie plays
in their slumbering brains?
Do they dream of their wolf days?
Of the pack gliding silently through the night forest,
deer scent thick in the moon-drenched air –
the chase,
paws scrambling over rocks,
tearing at damp earth,
bringing down prey –
razor teeth rending soft flesh –
hot blood pulsing . . .
Perhaps the scene shifts then. . .
another, heavier scent catches
their twitching noses –
a man-scent,
dense, sweet and familiar . . .
saliva drips as
teeth snap
What bone crunches,
what flesh devoured
In the dreams of sleeping dogs?
©2009 Pamela J. Jessen
