Dog smells a fight

Dog smells a fight within
the porch is heating up
And his bones are tuning tighter to the melody
cut off of the bark of the trees:

the way the sun can break
and flood each winter eye with heat

the way his teeth set deep within his grin

dogs have stories too;
from before we were here

and they have stories that they never tell us
of the night runs

the leash within, in its loosening
lets out the day to burn
each legion huge
expanding slow over the porch
and inside each leg

which world
and which roar

underburning in his gut
dog is moving over the yard
to find the source of the sun