The Furious Gazelle

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Poetry by Donna Reis

Dawn

 

Eight litters in five years, one crooked eye, teats enlarged

and pendulous, not the feathery Golden Retriever

of my dreams, but our eyes had already met. I wasn’t leaving

her with the breeder who reaped his profits and was dumping

 

Dawn at six-years-old. I intruded her in college classes,

the library, friend’s homes for dinner. Some asked me

to leave her outside, where she’d dutifully wait on the stoop.

When I returned, she’d bark her bliss, taking my hand in her mouth

 

pulling me to the car saying, You’re mine, all mine. Despite her

devotion, she was a primal huntress of woodchucks.

She’d shadow them, shake the backs of their necks

till they dangled lifeless. My boyfriend, a bit basic himself,

 

announced that tanned breasts excited him. Eager to please,

I bared my body to afternoon sun in a clearing in the woods.

Dawn came and went snuffling possibilities—then returned

plopping her kill at my feet.

 

Suddenly, the woodchuck came to life and charged me.

Just for a hoot, Dawn let me scramble over stones,

boobs jostling through briars, as I ran for my life,

then saved me with one fell swoop.

 

First Dogs

 

Researchers would give their eye teeth to discover

the first dogs. Were they stolen from wolves

by cave persons, or savvy beggars who stood

on hind legs, curling front paws for a scrap

 

of roasted Mastodon? They puzzle over pups

who ferry clumps of food to eat four feet from

their bowls. Are they shielding morsels from alphas,

or do they lack regard for carpeting?

 

Do we believe the fable of their delight in rolling

in the smelliest decay for fun—

or to disguise their scent from predators—

or is it revenge for enduring four-hour groomings?

 

If you ask your hound, he’ll look self-conscious,

then yawn, but the twitches and yelps

while he dreams reveal he’s the spirited adventurer

who charmed his way into our hearts.

 


Donna Reis’s debut poetry collection, No Passing Zone, published by Deerbrook Editions (December, 2012) was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.  She was the co-editor and contributor to the anthology, Blues for Bill: A Tribute to William Matthews, (Akron Poetry Series, 2005).  Her non-fiction book, Seeking Ghosts in the Warwick Valley, (Schiffer Publishing, Ltd. 2003) has sold nearly 3000 copies.  She is the author of three poetry chapbooks.  Her poetry has appeared in numerous literary magazines and anthologies.  Reis received her Master of Arts Degree in Creative Writing from City College, City University of New York in 2002.

www.donnareis.com

13 Comments

  1. Two wonderful poems. Thank you.

  2. Pauline Johnston

    June 6, 2017 at 6:56 pm

    Thanks for the smile and the sweet memories of Dawn.

  3. You paint pictures wonderfully, Donna!

  4. Andrea Loftus

    June 7, 2017 at 5:00 am

    Creative and clever, as always, Donna! :))

  5. Kate Gallaher

    June 8, 2017 at 4:23 pm

    Delightful poetry, Donna!

  6. Michael Funge

    June 8, 2017 at 6:55 pm

    I enjoyed them both but especially liked Dawn. Did it really happen?? Funny, I laughed at the ending ! Thanks Donna

  7. Donna….as ever your poetry is like finding a quarter on the subway….a surprise, a gift, a delight….thank you.
    Anne

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