Is no longer lightless but bright
Once it has released nothing like
A black hole's ghost, a black dog,
Hound of hell, moddey dhoo. Nothing
Takes off, hot on the scent of the real.
At the Best Friends Animal Sanctuary
In Kanab, where they vow
To "save them all," the tour guide
Driving the van around Angels' Canyon
In a driving, early snow regaled us
With trivia about adopting dogs and cats.
"Did you know there's a rule?
The older and bigger the dog, the less
Likely adopted, especially if black.
People don't like black dogs. Apparently
They don't photograph well. True,
But a terrible reason not to adopt."
It's not the reason. Snow scatters over
The panes as we pass the cemetery
Filled with wind chimes. Black dogs,
However fine as animals, remind
Us of our fear of nothing, escaped
From a baleful star, hellhound
On our trail.
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