Lips pull back from canines slick with saliva
strengthened and polished from grinding bones.
A gurgle, a growl, slips up the deep chest
of the sleek black beast with the velvet ears.
A yip, a yap, breaks free from the tiny snout
of the one with the brown mask and gloves.
She lunges at him, quick, he bounds backward
with mischief in his ebony eyes and a smile
twitching at the edges of his snarl.
He barks a taunt, she takes the bait,
they roll with long legs ungainly lifted
up in the air, attempting to find ground.
Padded paw lifts up, pushes pup down to a bow
tiny jaw nips at his wrist, escaping to bite
at his thin ankles and wiggling jowls.
She surprises with quickness but he has bulk
to pad against sharpened teeth, to push
her around without snapping jaws at her.
He tires and slumps down on the ground
she nips twice more at neck folds, at ankles
curls up next to him and sighs.
Lips draw apart to let pink tongues through
licking ruffed fur back into place
before they play again.
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