Burrs And Foxtails

Tri-colored in white, black, and auburn

An unsteady gait and weepy, brown eyes

With ivory claws reaching and fangs amiss

Lost within the street graffiti exist streaks of carbon

That blacken the remnant of walls and barricades

That fill the ridges of its dire back with Wakan

A cracked, toothy grin made of translucent rock 

Dripping fluorescent acid from his freshest kill

Like how icicles transcend space and time

Covered in burrs and foxtails and afraid of the dark

A canine previously unrecognizable stood valiantly

As he pushed and pulled on his neighborhood walks

With a routine meant to lead the legs of loved ones

He carved his way to the front door to look out onto the world

And finally carried out on a blue stretcher to the blessed isles

Noden watches intently from the black hills of small men

Amorphous silver trickles down his fingertips 

Held within the sweaty hands of seance

Illegibly written in cursive on his dirtied palms

His last shimmer was resemblant of the twilight of the gods

As every stalactite must fall for he was just there until he was not

© Niklen 8/10/24