Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Dog poem

The Limits of Operant Conditioning
In Patrol Dog Training

It’s what I am bred
to do, the ancients
urge me on, the “perp”
fast, but I’m much
faster, rocketing
ahead, closing in
leaps, low, legs churning,
my handler’s voice God,
yet, can He offer
a reward greater
than the one seared deep
in my DNA?
Prey, the chase, the kill.

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