2/17/13 10:07am – 2/17/13 10:50am
cayton st. V
(interrupting past aromas)
the pool in the backyard of 7610 cayton
is filled with dog’s drowning.
without question a couple others & i
jump in to start the rescue since there
is no lifeguard to fulfill the duties.
the water is cloudy, making the already
absurd scenario harder than it has to be.
we beat each dog’s individual expiration
& the odds the murky water stacked against us.
with little time to rest on our laurels we are
greeted by the three beings responsible for
the dogs taking a swim.
they are none too happy to see the dogs
ringing out their wet coats instead of
“playing dead”.
turning to exit the backyard, one of the
three cackles that they have every intention
of making this right, but now we are included
in what was wrong.
in a matter of that minute a mangled, snarling,
hyaena-like dog arrives at the entrance of
the backyard.
i rush to secure the chain-link fence not
beginning to know what to expect,
but i notice the latch is gone.
the hyiena begins to speak, “do you really
think you can keep them safe?!!”, while letting
out a terrible laugh.
on that note it begins to throw itself at
the gate.
with the latch missing it becomes a game
of my strength vs. it’s.
knowing i won’t be able to hold the hyiena
forever i yell to the others to start evacuating
the dogs.
as they finish fleeing i get one last hard push
against the hyiena to set him back a couple feet.
it gives me just enough of a head start to make
it to the fence the others jumped before
cerebus can snag a bite.
clearing the fence presents no problem & i
hit the grass on the other side with a spring
in my step.
only the hyena is ready & waiting.
fed up with my evading he barks, “thought you
gottaway pretty easy didn’t ya? we got
something special for ya. ever heard of saw dog?”
of course i hadn’t..
“saw dog come on out & meet your meat”
if it came from out of the ground or out
of the thin air i’m uncertain, but out popped
a miniature saw blade bearing no resemblance
to any member of the canine family that i’ve ever
seen.
as soon as the hyena was done barking
introductions the saw dog started to show how
it at least got the first word in it’s title.
the chase was on.
the noise it made while chasing me
was a familiar one.
one that i usually associated with the smell
of fresh cut wood.
it was a comforting smell that took me
back to sundays spent shadowing my father
while he worked with his hands building
whatever peaked his interest.
but imminent harm has a funny way
of interrupting past aromas.
there is more, but that’s all
that i care to recall
an unexpected chord
was struck by those walls
inside this dream i’ve took it seems
sentimental value
from a tale that is tall