Date: 7/30/2008

Mother love

This morning,in the basket where it glows and rustles,under yellow and hard rush,The dog whelped seven yellow puppies..Untill the dusk she was hugging them tenderly,and licking them thru their shining fur, and her mother milk was tenderly like flakes falling from that warm mother breasts..But in the dusk when hens run to sleep, The angry master came with a strong birch and all puppies pushed into the sack..And she was running after the trace, as when they spy..And the frozen surface of the water shuddered a long,long time..In the return,drawing herself in the darkness,and licking the sweat from her sides..The moon beyond the trees seemed to her like one of her puppies..She was staring in the blue,smooth firmament and howled sorrowfully for her puppies..And the moon was rolling and hidding into the fields beyond..Softly,of comparison or happiness,as when someone throws her a little stone down the hill..And her dog eyes fell like golden stars,into the snow..


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